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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Eleven: We’re not ordinary bride and groom

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 3073 Genre: slow burn, suggestive Author: maari Warnings: There's a VERY suggestive scene like, jeno gets hard but nothing really happens because you know how I like cliffhangers. Note: I really needed to post this chapter even though it was short! Please remind me if I forgot anyone on the taglist I'm doing this constantly, sorry! Summary: What not ordinary bride and groom do in the night before their wedding?

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Y/N stared at herself in the mirror with a mix of emotions. The semi-angelic figure reflected in the mirror didn't even look like her and she wasn't even ready, but that didn't stop the mother from sniffling in the corner of the room.

"You’re so beautiful!" The princess smiled and turned to face her mother. “Zuhair did a great job.”

“You said the same about the reception dress.”

“But it’s the truth.” her mother approached her, placing a few strands of her daughter's hair tied behind her ear so she could admire the front of the dress. “Although I liked the ceremony dress a little more.”

Y/N smiled, sharing the same opinion.

If she wasn't forced to wear two dresses to the wedding, she would wear the same one from the ceremony to the wedding reception.

After long visits from Zuhair Murad and endless hours of conversation, finally the princess's wedding dresses were there with her with all the adjustments made and ready to be worn the next day. Exactly the way she wanted.

She couldn't contain the hint of anxiety that had been settling in her stomach since the beginning of the week, although she managed to hide her facial expression, she couldn't say the same about her sweaty hands.

She is getting married tomorrow.

That alone was reason to be nervous.

But the whole context of the wedding and what it meant for her future made her even more anxious. Marriage was the symbol of her coming of age, getting closer and closer to the crown destined for her.

And well, her alliance with Jeno made her a little nervous too. All other attempts to bring the two kingdoms closer together had already failed, she didn’t want the marriage to trigger any retaliation.

She wanted it to work, for everyone's good.

“Now, you're going to take off that dress and go to the jacuzzi on the terrace.” the mother said, turning her daughter around to undo the buttons on her dress. “While I’ll take your dresses to my closet.”

Y/N frowned.

“Why for yours and not mine?”

The queen undid the buttons and helped her daughter carefully take off her dress.

“And we run the risk of Jeno coming into your room and seeing the dresses?” the queen raised her eyebrow, taking the dress to the bed where the bag was to store it.

The princess laughed.

“You don’t need to insinuate anything, you know this marriage is just a political alliance.” she recalled, defensively.

“I didn’t insinuate anything.” the queen turned to face her daughter who felt her jaw give way. “I just wanted to say there are some traditions I want to keep.”

Y/N swallowed hard and scratched the back of her head, while trying to defend herself from something her mother hadn't even said, she gave more signs than she should have.

"Why?"

The queen smiled.

“You’ll know right away.” she assured and the princess agreed.

The mother went to the door, where she called the maids to take the two dresses that were lying on the princess's bed.

“Remember to sleep well, you need to be relaxed.”

Y/N nodded.

She had been hearing this for a long time as she was preparing for the wedding, from the makeup artist, to the hairdresser, even Nana.

It was one of the reasons she chose to stay at the castle the night before the wedding, firstly because she couldn't take the risk after all they had caught the henchmen from the last attack on the kingdom but still hadn't been able to find the mastermind, and secondly she needed a little of peace and quiet on the last single night of her life.

Jeno, incredible as it seemed, understood the situation and still decided to do the same, denying all bachelor party invitations from his brothers and friends in his kingdom.

The princess found it strange, she imagined he was going to do something with the new maids who had already been selected, but so far she hadn't seen or heard anything.

She didn't know if she really believed what he said that he would only kiss her and no one else.

That was also why the queen was there at that time in the princess's room, she was so busy with the selections and other royal matters, she was only in the first conversation with Zuhair, who barely had time to see her daughter in her wedding dresses.

Y/N took the opportunity, in addition to relieving the anxiety of putting on her dresses one last time before preparing for the wedding, to get her mother's opinion.

"Goodnight my love." the queen spoke right after the maids picked up the dresses and Y/N smiled.

"Good night, mom."

The princess saw her mother close the door with a soft noise and took a deep breath, feeling her heart accelerate and turned to face her image in the mirror once again.

She was wearing a transparent white nightgown, lace details on the short sleeve, the nightgown didn't even reach halfway up the princess's thighs but she liked the light fabric, it gave her an air of freedom that she was looking for that night. Her hair was tied up in a high, messy bun.

But what she saw went beyond her appearance, she saw more than pure anxiety for the next day, she also saw hope and determination. She was no longer that teenager obsessed with becoming the perfect princess, she was about to take another step that brought her closer and closer to becoming the queen, to being the ruler that was born to be.

It seemed that only now had she realized that she had become a real adult and would have to act like one.

She took a deep breath and took a step towards the closet, ready to change her clothes and go to the jacuzzi as her mother had suggested, when she heard a firm knock on the door and snorted, throwing her head back lazily.

Believing that it was just one of the maids, she didn't even bother wearing her robe, after all, all the maids had already seen her in those outfits due to the dress fittings. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

However, when she opened the door, in addition to feeling her entire face burn with embarrassment, her jaw also dropped.

Because it wasn't one of the maids, but Jeno.

Dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, with his hand behind his neck, showing his biceps.

“Wow, if I had known I would get this reception, I would have come sooner.” he smiled mischievously, analyzing the princess from head to toe.

Y/N rolled her eyes and hid behind the door, covering her exposed cleavage with the arm that wasn't holding the door. She felt completely naked in front of Jeno, as his dark eyes analyzed her as if she were… an ice cream in the middle of the desert.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying hard to keep her voice from sounding so weak.

“I came to check on you.” He shrugged, putting his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt and the princess's eyes followed the movement, stopping at his hip, which seemed a little more... Wait a minute, Jeno wasn't wearing any underwear? “Y/N?”

"Huh?" She raised her eyes back to his face, which was smiling sideways. "What did you say?"

"Are you okay?" she raised her eyebrow at the question. “Last night as a single. Do you have plans?”

She laughed, half embarrassed and disbelieving at the same time for having seen what she shouldn't have.

“Actually, yes I do, and you’re slowing me down.” She made to close the door in his face but Jeno placed his hand on the wood before that happened.

“Are you going to get away, princess?” he teased.

She smiled evilly.

"And if I do?"

He acted disinterested.

“I could come along.”

She laughed quietly.

“Have you ever seen the bride and groom attend the same bachelor party?” she questioned and he shook his head.

“It’s just that we’re not ordinary bride and groom.” he remembered and she stared at Jeno to try to understand what he meant between the lines.

“Do you want me to invite you?” she asked, shocked. “Do you want to spend your last single night with me?”

Jeno took his hand off the door and leaned his shoulder in place, looking unassuming.

“Would it be that bad?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her figure still behind the door and she considered the request.

Bad? No. She just didn't know what to expect from Jeno.

But a part of her even liked the idea, Jeno hadn't thought of that for free, he was up to something.

And she was starting to do the same thing.

“Okay, Jeno.” She smiled slightly, to hide the naughty idea that crossed her mind. “Do you know how to get to the castle terrace?”

He shook his head.

“Your castle is a little bigger than mine, I haven’t memorized the map yet.”

God, she didn't believe she would do that.

“Okay, then follow me.” she said, feeling her heart speed up the moment she came out from behind the door to get her robe next to the bed because Jeno's eyes observed her in a far from discreet way.

She felt his gaze burn on her bare thighs and especially on her ass covered in fabric so transparent that it was obvious he would look, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Y/N put on the robe but didn't tie it and turned around, seeing Jeno's lips pressed together as he stared at her intensely. The princess didn't say anything and left the room, closing the door behind her, with Jeno beside her.

They walked to the terrace in silence, Jeno seemed tense and Y/N glanced at his face from time to time, she led him to the furthest part of the terrace, entering an area completely different from the rest of the castle.

Y/N walked to the jacuzzi and tested the water temperature with the palm of her hand while Jeno stood a little further back observing the room. It was more rustic, divided by windows that were covered by medium trees and wood, further to the side it was possible to see a corner sofa very close to the large smooth window with a space for a fire pit right in the center, also full of green, with flowers and a tree that passed the ceiling. The yellow lighting made the room much more cozy.

"Wow!" was all he said. “I didn’t know you had this here.”

“It was my idea but it was my mother who carried it out. It reminds me a lot of a chalet we have in the north of the kingdom.”

Jeno looked surprised and the princess laughed softly.

“I didn’t know you had a way with these things.”

She shrugged.

“I like rustic things.” she admitted and saw Jeno looking at her curiously.

"Oh, really?" he seemed very interested. "What kind?"

She smiled and took her hands to slowly take off her robe, making Jeno pay attention to her.

“You’ll have plenty of time to find out.” she replied, letting the robe fall to the floor and she shivered as Jeno's eyes looked her up and down again.

Only this time she let him admire her for a long time. Jeno became serious, his eyes clearly screamed desire and the princess couldn't deny that she liked that, the way he looked at her made her feel powerful and confident, enough to enter the jacuzzi the way she was, fully aware that the transparent nightgown would be even more transparent, because that's actually what she wanted.

When she sat down, she let out a low moan and looked at Jeno with an expression of false innocence.

“Aren’t you going in?” she asked quietly and Jeno laughed, unbeliever.

That would be a night of surprises then.

He just nodded and in one quick movement pulled off the black shirt he was wearing, Y/N's little smile quickly faded and she swallowed hard as she stared at his bare torso.

The other opportunities she had, Jeno was dressed, there was always something that prevented her from fully seeing his torso, but not this time. She could see every bit of exposed skin and it looked like Jeno had really been working out a lot because he looked so much stronger.

And she even tried to look away when Jeno grabbed the hem of the sweatpants he was wearing, but her curiosity got the better of her and she just watched him, exactly as he had done to her. He was wearing black underwear, different from what she had imagined, so she noticed that the bulge on his hip was slightly awake.

Oh God…

She felt the danger in the air but also the excitement and it wasn't something she wanted to stop, because that little game of seduction was too good for both sides.

Jeno entered the jacuzzi, facing the princess, and sat down as he murmured softly when the hot water came into contact with his skin. He stretched his arms to rest on the edge and smiled mischievously at her who blinked a few times before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

She was wet. And it wasn't even because of the jacuzzi.

What had she done?

In fact, she didn't even know why she had done it. She just followed her instincts, but she was waking up a monster that she didn't even know if she could handle.

The image of Jeno dressed only in his underwear would hardly leave her mind.

Y/N couldn't even stay lost in her own paranoia for long and felt the water in the jacuzzi moving beyond what it should have, when she opened her eyes she saw that Jeno was moving to stand in front of her with his arms on either side of her.

She lost her voice and just stared into his dark eyes closely.

“I know what you're doing.” he whispered and brought his face closer until he was millimeters away from touching her. “It was creative, I confess.” the princess's eyes fell when she felt his breathing so close to hers. “But I won’t kiss you.”

Y/N opened her eyes in shock.

"What?" the voice sounded slightly disappointed and Jeno smirked.

“Am I going to have to remind you of what I told you a while ago?” he asked and she opened her mouth to respond but no sound came out as Jeno moved his face to put his lips on her neck, Y/N tried to grab anything inside the jacuzzi that would make her legs regain strength.

Okay, she wasn't expecting that.

Much less that his lips were so warm against her skin. Her heart was beating so fast she didn't know if he could hear it.

“Jeno…” her voice was so weak that she didn’t even blame Jeno for laughing.

"Do you remember?" Jeno's voice vibrated against Y/N's skin and she rolled her eyes before closing them completely. “When you kissed my brother, what did I tell you?”

He didn't make Y/N's life easier and leaned his body as close as he could while he remained kneeling in front of her, involuntarily Y/N opened her legs so that he was between them. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already giving in.” He gave Y/N a light bite on the neck that she couldn't control and brought her hands to his back. “Y/N, answer me!”

"What?" she tried to bring back the strength in her voice but it was impossible, not when Jeno started to bring his hips closer to hers.

“Do you remember, yes or no?” he moved his mouth to her ear, where he blew softly, sending goosebumps through her body.

Remembering? Yes she remembered, the problem was that she couldn't speak because of the heat she was feeling rising more and more and stopping in her belly.

"Yes." she swallowed the urge to moan when she felt him next to her body.

God, Jeno was torturing her and he was just leaning against her, he wasn't even rubbing his body against hers but he was standing exactly where she wanted him.

“Then speak.” he ordered and she dug her nails into his back.

“I’m going to have to beg.” she replied, quietly.

Jeno turned his face away, a sideways smile on his face as he watched the princess's desperate expression up close.

“See, you just need a stimulus to remember.” he teased.

“If you think I’m going to-” Jeno moved his hips against hers and the moan came out a little choked.

The temperature of the water felt much warmer and Y/N felt how hard he was, she had to close her eyes tightly to keep from giving in any more than she already had. She was losing her mind!

“You will, not today, but you will.” he promised and she opened her eyes, raising her eyebrow.

“What makes you so sure?”

Jeno took a hand to the princess's face and lifted it, making her look into his eyes.

She saw nothing but desire, pure and carnal.

“The fact that you tried to seduce me.” he caress her cheek gently. “Trust me, it worked, you look really hot and you don’t know how difficult it is for me to control myself now seeing your body like that.” she had an idea thanks to his hips pressed against hers. “But I won’t kiss you until you give in completely.”

Y/N swallowed hard. She wanted to but something stopped her, maybe her pride.

And then, all that heat and fire that surrounded the two quickly ended when Jeno stood up. Y/N bit her lip at the image of him standing in front of her, wet and hard. She knew he noticed the way she looked at him but he simply walked away, leaving the jacuzzi.

Y/N's uneven breathing seemed more evident now that she had her personal space back, but her eyes searched for Jeno.

And he was there, waiting for her with a confident smile.

“Don’t worry, this time it wasn’t a dream.”

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lucyandthepen · 9 months

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a lesson on style - vi . [ ljn | njm ]

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv., pt. v, pt. vi

you’ve always been content with being associated with one word and one word only: average. average in looks, academics and social skills, you’re just looking to graduate high school without causing disasters you’ll have to live with until you kick the bucket. when you’re paired with school king lee jeno for the semester-long physics thesis, you can’t help but think the entire situation has pretty much set itself up for failure. that is, until you strike a deal with your partner.

alternatively: an au tale involving lessons in popularity, eleven consecutive B minuses, a secretly sensitive, chess-loving jock, and an amateur sex tape.

pairing: jeno x fem!reader, jaemin x fem!reader verse: high school au { jocks!nomin ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius renjun } rating: M chapter warnings: none word count: 8.1k

author’s note: this was actually supposed to go on for a lot longer but... it might've reached a solid 13-15k and i just thought it would be better to split it into half-ish, so nothing major happens, although i definitely enjoyed yet another mc/jaemin real talk session that i also hope you enjoy! :^)

tagging: @justalildumpling, @spiderrenjunfics (no longer available, please give me your new url if you're still interested!)

You think now is as good a time as any for you to say something that’ll easily impact the trajectory of your life forever; after all, Jeno’s essentially given you the floor after such a strange and honestly shocking turn of events. You’re aware of the fact that his thumb is still traveling across your cheek, more idle as an action than anything else, but you seem to be experiencing the feeling as something closer to an out-of-body experience than an actual first-hand one; the tingles they send to your heart are weird and blurry, like your body can’t process his touch well enough to understand it fully. You suppose it’s because of your confusion at what he’s saying, which leads to your second option: asking him what he means.

There’s little to interpret at face value, but what his words do is essentially unlock a torrent of other weird questions in your head. For instance: how long had he known that you liked him? Had he known this entire time? Did something you did make it painfully obvious? If he wants you to like him — and, as he says, only him — does that mean he’s essentially accepting your feelings? Does this mean… he likes you back?

You assume this is one of those moments where, because your mind is going a million miles a minute, a lot of time feels like it’s passed even though it’s just been a small handful of seconds. This assumption is quickly broken by Jeno’s expression of concern.

“_______________? Say… something.”

“Um,” you start before you can even figure out what you want to say. The easiest answer comes to mind: It’s always only been you. But that’s weird, and this isn’t a 90’s Western movie, and if it were, you certainly wouldn’t be the eloquent main romance interest, even if Jeno’s gaze could easily fool you into thinking that. You think about making a joke, but you’re befuddled and also fresh from tears that — if Jeno’s abrupt story is actually true — were totally useless and unfounded in nature.

Also, you’re really not that funny to begin with.

“I just…” you try again, and his eyebrows raise slightly in anticipation for your next words. Nothing else comes out after a few seconds, though, and he realizes this is just another false start, his hand falling onto your shoulder (maybe he’s tired of trying to coax it out of you with the thumb-on-cheek method, which admittedly had you clamping up more than anything else).

“You can just tell me how you really f—”

“I think I have to go.”

No. No. Why would you say that? The surprise on his face quickly morphs into something that looks almost crestfallen, an expression you’d never imagine seeing on bright, confident Lee Jeno, let alone ever be the cause of. His hand slips from your shoulder quickly, like he’s now worried touching you will electrocute him.

“Oh. I’m sorry — I didn’t… mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m… I’m not.” You’re not, are you? “Maybe a little, but it isn’t really you —”

“Something I said, then—?”

“No, I…” Your fingernail digs into the pad of your thumb, with you trying to use the sting of the pain to jolt you out of this nervous, inarticulate state. “I just don’t think… I have anything of value to say right now.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because…” Grappling for words is like trying to break through the surface of water; you’re almost there, but somehow you’re still floundering, and that only seems to be making it much worse. “Because I never really thought about what I’d do… if you really found out I liked you.”

When you say it, it suddenly makes sense. For some reason, you’d always lived your life shuttling between point A (liking Jeno quietly in the comfort of your own mind palace) and point Z (fantasizing about your life with him where you live in a quaint townhouse with a cute mailbox and three kids), but you’d never really given much thought to all the points in between, especially not one that contains a scenario in which he’d find out and seemingly be okay with it, which, based on the current conversation, somehow seems like a reasonable thing to assume about him.

You’ve always wanted it — him knowing, him accepting it, maybe even him liking you back — but it kind of felt like, deep down, you hadn’t really believed it would ever happen.

And you were kind of content with that, because you wouldn’t ever really have to deal with the complications of it. Right now, you’re feeling unprepared and a little exposed, weirdly vulnerable to his gaze. It once again, for the hundredth time tonight, it seems, triggers some kind of flight instinct in you that has you looking anywhere but at him all of a sudden.

“You can think about it… now,” he suggests carefully. Being put on the spot doesn’t really ever bring out the best in you — a fact that might be known to people who were actually paying attention to your failed impromptu speech about whale hunting in your sixth grade English class — so you just pretend that the silhouette of Jaemin’s front yard tree is supremely interesting to you all of a sudden, never mind the fact that it’s about a few inches from Jeno’s ear from your vantage point. You don’t really want to see his expression right now, especially if that means it’ll only fluster you back into speechlessness.

“I don’t really know if I can,” you admit. From your peripheral vision, you see what seems like a flash of discomfort pass across Jeno’s face; you’re sure you just imagined it, considering you’ve never imagined cool, aloof, king of your heart Lee Jeno as exuding anything other than utmost confidence. Still, his next words do make you question that notion twice over.

“Did I… misunderstand something? Is it that you don’t have feelings for me?”

“No, I… you know. I… yeah, I do, but I just —”

“You’re seeing someone else?”

“No,” you say more fiercely, and for a brief moment, you’re so appalled at the thought that your eyes flicker to his, which ends up being a terrible mistake because the confusion in his gaze is so profound that the guilt in you swells tenfold.

“Because I thought… maybe the reason Renjun and you —”

“He’s — honest to God — he’s just my friend.”

“And Jaemin is…?”

“My… next door neighbor?” You blink rapidly at the lights still coming from his house, wondering now what Jaemin has to do with all of this in the first place. For someone who seems like he would be extremely uninvolved in this general progress of events, he seems to crop up time and again, weirdly always around when you need someone. Maybe it’s a neighbor thing, or maybe he’s a little nosier than you thought. But thinking about another element in this situation is starting to give you a headache, and you’re way past the time you’re usually already in bed avoiding homework and watching shitty dating reality shows instead. “I don’t really understand what he has to do with this either. I just don’t think I’m prepared to have this conversation at all.”

“But you like me, don’t you?”

It’s weird, actually, now that you think about it — why does he have to confirm the fact time and time again? It’s almost like he’s worried, although you can’t imagine why he would be. More than anything, you’d kind of assumed that he would find that information pretty repellent, but with the way he’s asking in earnest, it almost seems like he wants to keep the knowledge of that like a talisman.

“I do,” you admit, mostly because it’s out in the open, but also partially because you’ve made the mistake of looking at him again, and you start wondering how he could even wonder when everyone seems to like him (you, perhaps, to a somewhat unhealthy degree).

“More than them?”

“I—” Your brow furrows, another wave of confusion washing over you. But his eyes are much too honest in their questioning, and you speak before anything else can come to mind. “More than anyone, Jeno.”

What looks oddly like relief settles on his face, and you notice only then that his shoulders have been tensed up because he seems to relax them all of a sudden. “Oh. Good. Great. So listen, now that we’re on the same page, I—”

Jeno’s interrupted by one of the guys in a university sweater calling out to him from across the two lawns, voice booming to a degree that sets off a few annoyed dogs in your area. Jeno raises a hand to signal him to wait, his mouth still open on whatever words he wanted to complete his sentence with, but the sounds he was trying to make quickly die into silence anyway, drowned out by a huge crash inside Jaemin’s house.

You’re not entirely certain of what he wants to say — on the bright side, he could have been ramping up to a point that could easily make all your dreams from middle school to now a perfect reality, but he also could have been setting you up for some kind of grand, embarrassing failure — not by his design or by malice but just by the pointing out of the fact that you two lead different lives and things would likely never work out, anyway, but it’d be cool that you liked him in your own time, and he’d allow it as long as you didn’t get drool all over his notebook in class.

Either way, you don’t think now, with a bunch of inebriated college people shouting profanities on Jaemin’s lawn and a gaggle of high school kids panicking about what sounds to be a broken table and a whole bunch of pizza on the floor, is the best time to be processing those things.

“I actually,” Jeno turns his gaze to you again, strangely alert, like you’d just whistled for a dog’s attention. You’ve never seen him like this, and it’s weird to think that, at this awkward moment, you can still find him painfully endearing. You have to shake yourself out of the grip of the already beckoning force that tells you to sigh dreamily about how adorable he is. “Think I should really be heading inside. Looks like they also need you for some kind of damage control, anyway.”

The same college kid calls for Jeno again, dragging out the vowels of his name kind of annoyingly. Jeno sighs, nodding slowly enough for you to know he’s caught on — this probably isn’t the right time to have such a weirdly heavy conversation.

“Yeah. I probably need to help clean up, anyway. No one’s going to want to do it, and Jaemin’s already chewed me out for bailing on mop duty a few times.”

“Why’d you bail?”

“Just… got busy, personally.” He looks sheepish, and it doesn’t take a bunch of lightbulbs going off for you to cotton on as well. Now, you’re just wishing you hadn’t asked, so you didn’t ever have to imagine it. Still, what’s done is done. You have to focus on keeping the discomfort out of your face this time. “Um… that’s not important, though. Anyway —I’ll talk to you soon, okay, ________________? Like… maybe we can catch up at school? You know, talk about our thing — the project, I mean — and like… et cetera?”

“Yeah, for sure.” Your smile’s weak, and so is your joke, but you should at least try to hold up casual pretenses as much as he does, even though he’s obviously much better at it. “I’ll tell on you to Hwang if you don’t, you know.”

His laugh is soft, but it at least sounds genuine; his smile still reaches his eyes, which already makes your heart feel a little lighter. But instead of trekking off immediately, he lingers, strangely, until his grin winnows down into just the ghost of a smile on his lips. Even weirder are his hands, slightly outstretched towards your waist, like he’s trying to cross the gap between you (even if it’s admittedly very minimal) but suddenly decides not to. The result is him looking strangely stiff and uncharacteristically hesitant, but you chalk it up to him simply not knowing how to end such a weirdly situated conversation. You know you’d have an even worse time doing it if it were up to you, so you can’t really blame him.

In the end, he closes the dialogue with ‘see you around, ________________,’ and a quick pat on the shoulder, which, if you think about it, seems a little disappointingly different from when he’d had his hand against your cheek a few minutes ago. Then again, you’re not sure you could handle something like that again, anyway.

You watch him walk off back towards Jaemin’s house, and some pitiful, pathetic part of you is expecting him to look back, say one last goodbye to you, or something, but the university guy that had belted his name out so vigilantly just swings an arm around Jeno’s neck and drags him to a corner where a bunch of other similarly dressed people, to whom Jeno starts talking to almost immediately.

Cutting this conversation short was probably for the best, anyway; you have no idea what he would have said, but you’re very sure you wouldn’t have been prepared for it either way. You trudge into your house and up into your room, already mentally prepared to spend the rest of the night obsessively mulling over what it all meant and what he had really been planning to say at the end. The process starts some time in the shower, while you’re shampooing your hair and you embarrassingly remember the feeling of Jeno’s hand tangled in it. The moony expression that the thought of it leaves on your face is present up until you see how stupid it looks in the fogged up bathroom mirror.

Renjun still hasn’t texted you, which is honestly starting to be a source of mild anxiety because you can’t be sure if he’s dead in a ditch somewhere or just ignoring you for some unknown reason. Whatever it is, you leave like three messages wondering where he’s at and asking him to call you. You’re on your fourth message, which is asking to confirm about tomorrow’s movie (something you’d almost forgotten about save for the fact that you’d remembered this would be a point of argument for you both once again if you spaced on it) when a notification pops up that once again gives you a heart attack.

Lee Jeno: u looked pretty tonight, btw :)

You: oh!! thank you…!

You: you looked great tonight too…! :)

Lee Jeno: haha… cute :)

Lee Jeno: goodnight, ____________ :)

This is the most emojis you’ve ever seen used in a single brief conversation, and you can’t help but feel like it might be a little juvenile, but it doesn’t even matter because Lee freaking Jeno called you pretty and cute in the span of five minutes. Your thumbs are shaking as you type back a typo-laden goodnight that takes you a full other minute just to edit before waiting a little more, but nothing else comes. Maybe he’s driving home, or something. You toss your phone onto your bed, away from easy reach, before you can start overthinking what this silence means again.

Your reflection in your window mirrors the same scene you’d encountered in the bathroom: you, hair bundled up in a wet towel, bare-faced with a stupid grin across it. You’re so caught up in the act of reeling from Jeno’s three texts that you belatedly notice a square of light beyond your bedroom window. You almost duck out of sight when you see a shadow there, thinking about crying bloody murder, until you realize it’s Jaemin, who’s watching the ridiculous expression on your face with a curious gaze from a distance. He’s still in the same clothes he’d worn to the party, but you can see, even from this far away, that there’s this dark patch on it that looks suspiciously close to the way your shirt had on the day his coke had emptied itself out on your back. That must’ve been from the crash earlier, you deduce.

You think he’s just zoning out facing in your direction, and you find there’s no need to meet his gaze, but there’s still something a little unsettling about having someone spacing out in your general direction, so you reach up to pull your blinds down. Your hand almost reaches the string, but Jaemin’s hand suddenly starts going up too, like it’s trying to follow you, and you freeze in your movements. His keeps going, though, up until it’s close to his face, and suddenly, he’s moving it side to side, in some weird regular pattern.

He’s waving, your tired, overworked brain tells you belatedly. The string of your blinds tickles the tip of your fingers.

Unsure and a little self-conscious, you wave back, hoping he doesn’t notice that you were about two strong pulls away from drawing yourself out of sight. This is clearly the right response, because even from this distance, you can see the brilliant white of his teeth as he smiles, fully and unabashedly, at you.

The first thing you do when you wake up the following morning is check your phone. You’re not even really sure what you’re looking for — maybe a text from Jeno, who, if you think about it now, probably has nothing to say in response to your boring ‘goodnight’ anyway (but you can still dream), or maybe a missed call or two from Renjun, who should at least be offering you some explanation as to why he was completely out of sight after parting ways with you and Mark Lee last night.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing on your screen, apart from the stupid 번장 notification that tells you the pocket punch board you’ve been wanting for no good reason has been discounted by the seller to a price you still can’t reasonably afford anyway.

You certainly can’t do anything about Jeno’s lack of contact, and to be completely honest with yourself, you’re not even really that sure if you want to. Something about yesterday’s conversation, while not exactly a train wreck, makes you very nervous to have a full conversation with him, and you’d much rather it stick to very basic, kindergarten-level things, like ‘you look cute’ and ‘haha’ and ‘:)’, but since that isn’t completely in your control, you decide you simply don’t want to do anything about it.

Renjun, however, is a completely different matter. You don’t understand why he’s ignoring you if he is, considering you had spent the better part of the night (at least, the parts during which you weren’t crying on your lawn) looking for him, so this silence, if deliberate, doesn’t seem fair or even reasonable. You decide that it’s much too early to be getting an earful from you in the end, so you just send a very emphatic ‘WRU?????????????????’ through both text message, KakaoTalk, and Facebook Messenger to him, hoping the repetition of both sentiment and punctuation mark through multiple platforms is enough to faux-yell to him what you’d otherwise be real-yelling to him over the line. You can’t tell if it gives you any sense of comfort to see he hasn’t been online and active for the last 15 hours.

All the tossing and turning of last night, courtesy of the endless loop replay of “I want you to like me — just me” Lee Jeno edition, had consequently left you worse for wear; you’d gotten up at the rising of the sun (something you’d sworn never to do during the weekend) and had opted to just stay in bed for another hour, trying so hard to get over the feeling of his fingers against your skin that you end up committing it to long-term memory. The sunlight peeking through your blinds is what gets you to throw off your covers and admit defeat to the fact that sleep would never come back at this rate, and you decide to just head down, rubbing the lethargy out of your eyes before you make a poor man’s breakfast. You’re halfway through the jelly slice of your sandwich when your sister comes through the doorway, yawning loud to announce her presence.

“G’morning, bedhead baby,” she greets, and you use the non-knife-holding hand you have free to rake through your hair. “Big rager last night, huh?”

“Yeah — wait, how’d you know?”

“We live a door down from Jaemin oppa’s house? Na Jaemin? Our next door neighbor and his whole family? We can see out the window into his lawn? Sometimes we get our sidewalk trash cans mixed up with theirs? Hello?” Sooyeon smirks, albeit a little sluggishly, as you wave her grating words away. “I saw you out there with him, you know.”

“With who? Where? Who?” You demand, your jelly-laden knife freezing in mid-air, the grape blobs slipping dangerously off the edge onto the middle of your bread.

“You. And Jaemin oppa,” she says each syllable slowly. “In front of our house.”

“Oh.”

“So usually how these conversations go is: I bring up a juicy piece of information pertaining to you, and because you experienced it first hand, you have to then expound on the piece of information, thereby making it juicier. ‘Oh’ doesn’t cut it. Not by a long shot.”

“There’s not much to tell.” You wonder, briefly, if you’re now obligated to bring up the Jeno aspect of the night — which, for all intents and purposes, honestly felt like more of a big deal than anything else — but you quickly decide against it, chickening out when she approaches you at the counter and starts unscrewing the lid of the peanut butter jar. That might be giving too much away, considering she didn’t even seem to notice that you’d been bawling when you’d crossed the property line. “He just walked me back here.”

“Oh, yeah, because that’s what people who live next to each other in a not-so-close-knit community do: walk each other two steps home, to keep the baddies away.”

“He’s just a naturally nice person, I think. Most people are, aren’t they?”

“I thought you guys were close. Didn’t he give you his varsity jacket? That sounds like a closeness thing.” She knots her index and middle finger together, and you slap it away.

“We’re close only in the same way as you are.” When she gives you a quizzical look, you sigh. “Proximity-wise.”

“Still doesn’t explain why he was out there, caressing your hair lovingly.”

You freeze, as opposed to Sooyeon’s comically relaxed posture as she scrapes the peanut butter across your other slice of bread. “He… was not. Caressing me. My hair. Lovingly.”

“I have eyes for the sake of seeing.”

“There was just something in it. In my hair. A leaf.”

You’re not sure why you lie; the largest part of the reason is that you don’t want to have to go into the horrifyingly awkward details of your emotional state last night, but there’s something oddly nagging at you that you can’t quite place. It takes a minute of staring at your sister spreading the peanut butter evenly across the bread and humming to herself while closing the sandwich up that you realize that you don’t want her getting the wrong impression about anything.

Which is weird, because there’s nothing to misunderstand.

Jaemin, albeit the fact that he’s been chattier to you as of late, more so than any other time in your life, is still just your neighbor. Maybe he’s graduated from being your sort-of acquaintance to something that vaguely resembles an arm-distance-ish friend, but the notion that you’re anything closer than that makes you feel a bit strange — almost like it… scares you, which is extra weird to think about, because there’s actually nothing inherently harmful about being casual buddies with some guy who lives close enough to wave at you from his window.

Maybe it’s because it’s Jaemin, and that’s what might be tripping you up the most. He’s not just Jeno’s friend; he’s practically some kind of counterpart to him, and it feels weirdly like a line you can’t cross. Or maybe it’s because… Jeno had asked you about him last night, which had made you feel even stranger. Like he’d been worried about something — like Jaemin was a no-go zone for him, specifically.

As you dully watch your sister take a bite off of your breakfast, it dawns on you: maybe you just don’t want people to think you like anyone other than Jeno.

“Okay, well, you know better than I do,” she singsongs in a tone that tells you that you actually don’t. Sooyeon doesn’t press, but she also doesn’t make you feel like the conversation is over — even if she trills I’m going back up; thanks for the sandwich in that same voice before leaving you alone in the kitchen with half of it on the plate.

Because the truth is that you don’t really know; you don’t know what’s so unsettling about being associated with Jaemin. Your sister’s not aware of the intricate ins and outs of your (delusional) relationship with Jeno, apart from your (apparently evident to everyone) crush on him, but you also know she’s not really deeply invested in where your heart lies; all she does is make conversation, as is her personality, as a form of bonding you’ve never really quite been able to navigate well.

You just don’t get why the mention of Jaemin, now, makes you feel… something. What that is, you’d rather not dwell on. So you just won’t.

You’re walking out of the kitchen, cheeks filled with peanut butter and jelly, when you see block letters on cloth, spelling out a familiar last name: Na.

You still haven’t given back Jaemin’s stupid jacket.

Today is the day, you decide. This seems to have started the whole conversation to begin with: the jacket that somehow brought Jaemin two steps closer into your life, the article of clothing that had opened the door to what shouldn’t even be a talking point between you and anyone else.

This should be the proverbial swan song for this whole topic; you snatch up his jacket (and immediately regret doing so in such a brutish manner, noticing you’ve got a few specks of breadcrumbs on the lettering) and head out of your house, your bedroom slippers absorbing morning dew as you march yourself over to your neighbor’s. You should’ve done this earlier, really; there was no reason for you to hold on to it.

Honestly, you’d just forgotten, given that you were more preoccupied with things that started with L and ended with ee Jeno, but you’d rather not extend any more misunderstandings.

And even if Jeno isn’t here to see this grand closing gesture, maybe, just maybe, this will help you stop feeling so cagey about everything he’d asked last night.

I want you to like me — just me.

Because why would he even think you liked Jaemin at all? Or make it sound like he thought you did? Ridiculous. Unfounded. Kind of alarming.

There’s noise in the air the closer you get to the Na household porch; it sounds a bit muffled, like it’s fighting the breeze, but you realize thereafter that it’s music coming from a tiny speaker sitting on the hand railing. It’s playing Dongbangshinki’s Here I Am, and something about that song stirs your stomach into swooping ten miles down as you approach.

Your initial plan was to ring the doorbell and pray that Jaemin was still knocked out cold on a Saturday morning so you could pass the jacket off to one of his parents and be done with it, but you’ve no such luck; it seems like he’s an early riser, considering how he’s seated right there, on a wicker chair by his door, hunched over a half-played chess board. There’s no one across him to block his view of you coming up the steps, and he looks up the moment he hears the creaks of the wood under your feet.

“Hey, ______________,” he doesn’t look surprised; in fact, he looks a bit relieved, for some inexplicable reason. “Didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

“Could say the same for you.” You have no idea what causes heat to flush across your cheeks; has Na Jaemin’s gaze always been this intense? “Um. Good morning?”

“Morning.” His laugh is an easy one; it always has been, and it kind of suits him, you note, before you realize how weird it is to think that. “What’ve you got there? Gift for me?”

“Wha — oh, yeah, I mean — no, but it is for you.” You hold up his jacket, hooked on your forefinger, to reveal it to him. “Sorry it took so long to give it back.”

This time, he actually looks a bit taken aback. “Did you stop needing it?”

“Um… I haven’t really used it, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh. Well, there wasn’t any rush. You could’ve kept it for as long as you needed. No pressure, or anything. I’ve got others.”

“You don’t need it at practice, or anything like that?”

“No; most guys don’t even keep theirs. They give them away, for… you know. So it’s no big deal.”

You fall silent; for some reason, his tone makes it seem like he wants you to keep it, which is just preposterous. You instead hang the jacket onto the back of the wicker chair opposite him and step back, like you’ve just set up a land mine you’re afraid of detonating.

“Well, thank you all the same. I really… appreciate your help. That day. You know.” You’re not sure why you can’t form any sentences long enough to signify you do actually belong in the same year level as him, but he at least doesn’t comment on your ineloquence.

Instead, he just stares for a bit, at the jacket and your retreating hand, before piping up over his music.

“You wanna play a round?”

“What? Oh, I’m…” You wave your hands aimlessly. “I’m not good at chess. Actually, I barely know the rules. Plus, you seem kind of busy playing against… your imaginary friend?”

He chuckles again. “Just playing myself.”

“Trying to outfox the old fox?”

“Sometimes it helps to know how you’d get out of a sticky situation you made by your own doing. Helps you see what your opponent sees when it all boils down to it.” He gestures again at the chair across him. “Humor me a little. It’s not as fun just talking to yourself.”

You hesitate for a second; you came here to return the jacket, and that much was done easily, albeit a little more awkwardly than you ever wanted to. Jaemin’s aura is laid back and friendly, but you’re not sure why you’re teetering on the edge of panic again. Jeno’s words seem to be echoing in your head.

And Jaemin is…?

Jaemin is your next-door neighbor, it’s true, but you can’t say that’s really your only point of connection; if it were, he wouldn’t be expectantly waiting for you to take the seat across from him. And when you look at his hand now, idle against the chessboard, you can’t say you aren’t thinking of the way it patted your hair soothingly the night before. All that does is make you wonder the exact same thing Jeno asked you.

What is Jaemin to you? A friend, perhaps, and definitely a nice person — nice enough to help you out, keep you company during a few low points. He’s a person willing to listen to you, funny enough to lift your spirits, and genial enough to not break your fingers for returning his things way too late (a low bar, but a good one nonetheless). Na Jaemin is a good individual, with pretty good music taste (based on the fact that his playlist, trudging on next to him, is now playing H.O.T.’s Happiness), and a good disposition about him that seems to make no small amount of people gravitate towards him.

But you don’t really want to dwell on what Jaemin is to you; more than that, you can only really be reminded of what he isn’t.

He isn’t Jeno.

And Jeno knows you like him; he’s not only noticed it but confirmed it multiple times in a single conversation. Surely, then, nothing else should matter to him — or, for that matter, to you.

You swallow down the refusal and nod, trying not to read into the fact that Jaemin’s face lights up when you pull the chair back and settle down on it.

“So let me get this straight; you don’t know how to play chess?”

“I know a couple of pieces go in weird directions,” you admit. “That’s about it.”

“Perfect.” His long fingers drum against the wood of the table. “I’m going to whip you into competitive chess-playing shape, my young pupil.”

What starts off as a casual, humor-filled lesson on the roles of each chess piece suddenly becomes an actual lecture; you’re not sure if Jaemin is getting a kick out of instructing a rookie like you on the different plays — which are infinite, a fact he’s drilled into you several times — or if he’s really just enthusiastic about the game (no, sorry, sport, since he’s chastised you about three times on this terminology already), but whatever the reason is, you have chess pounded into your brain for the better part of an hour. By the time he asks you to actually start playing against him, the sun’s fully up in the air and you’ve had to tie your hair up to keep it from sticking to your neck.

“I’m glad you got home safe last night,” he hums, pushing his black pawn to meet yours in the middle of the board. The Italian Game, he called it — not to be confused with serenading someone over pasta, a different kind of Italian game. That had gotten a long laugh out of you. Your hands flit over the white pieces, unsure of your memory. You only respond when you’ve moved your bishop to the same row.

“Well, it was a very long and tumultuous journey, but I managed, with some help.”

His knight comes out next, smoothly and quickly; you pause, rubbing the back of your neck. Surely, there was something else he’d taught you?

“What a chivalrous, ah, knight, that person must’ve been.” He raps a knuckle onto the table, starting you out of the act of racking your brain. “Perfect joke. Well-timed. Excellent chess pun. I think I deserve an award.”

“Does whooping my ass two moves into the game count as a prize?”

“I don’t want to rob you of the feeling of hope this early in the match. Take your time,” he chuckles, leaning back against the throw cushion behind him. He fiddles with the speaker, and the songs skip one by one, until he lands on a song you don’t know — some Japanese track that sounds suspiciously like an animation opening. It’s lively and admittedly a bit loud, and Jaemin hums to the guitar riffs with surprising accuracy. “Anything interesting happen when I left?”

You freeze for a moment, your fingers still hovering over your own knight in hesitation. You know what he’s asking, and for some reason, you’re tempted to tell him — then you remember that it actually isn’t really his business, and you don’t want to embarrass yourself.

“Not really.” You feign casual disinterest as you move your knight above your pawn line; from here on out, you have no clue what to do. Jaemin, on the other hand, is so sure-footed about his own skills (which are infinitely more advanced than yours) that he doesn’t even take his eyes off you to look at the board as he moves his next piece. You’re stuck thinking about what to do again — in the game, that is. Not about his gaze, which you try to avoid. “Just, you know. Talked with Jeno for a bit. Nothing major.”

Nothing major to him, you remind yourself. To you, your entire world had just been flipped over onto its belly.

Jaemin hums again, this time in understanding, but you notice (from your very surreptitious glances of him) that this time, it seems like he’s choosing what to do. You think it’s for the game, but when he counteracts your own (poorly planned) move with a swift response from his own pieces, you get the odd feeling he’s trying to choose his words carefully.

“Was it a conversation where you all got along?”

You hadn’t argued, but you’d never really thought about the whole stint long enough to classify it as good or bad. You supposed it wasn’t anything horrible in the end, although the fact that it had robbed you of precious hours of sleep wasn’t exactly the best outcome. But Jaemin’s not watching your expression now; he’s intently looking at the board, even if he’s not the one about to make the next move.

You get the feeling he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact too, which is weird, because he’s never been one to shy away from looking you straight in the eye. For some reason, that makes you feel like he doesn’t want to hear an answer.

“It was fine. Nothing… bad happened.” You know that’s true, but somehow you feel like it’s still not truth. “He explained… stuff. Who she was. Why it happened. Totally understandable stuff, I think.”

You choose not to mention anything apart from that — that he’d asked you to like him, nor that he’d asked you about your relationship with Jaemin. More than deciding it wasn’t going to be anything contributive to the conversation at hand, you also just didn’t want to.

Jaemin stays silent for a while; he moves his piece, then taps his queen — for some reason, he’s letting you know something about his next move. What it is, you haven’t puzzled out; it’s not like you know which direction he’d be taking, and even if you did, you’d surely not know how to respond to it, anyway. You guess he’s just throwing you a bone, but why he would, you also just don’t see the reason for.

You’re pushing your pawn hesitantly diagonal to capture one of his when he speaks up again.

“Did he tell you how it ended? With the two of them, I mean.”

He says it so calmly, capturing your bishop with his queen in the process, that you feel like you’re just talking about the weather and who won yesterday’s league basketball match. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, clearing your throat, but you only actually manage to shake your head.

“She cheated on him. Some college guy that she met during her orientation; you know she’s older than him, right? He’s never dated seriously since then. I think he was really hung up on her for a while — until recently, that is. I think. He hasn’t been that close to many girls.”

“That’s… that’s awful.” You’re not sure why Jaemin’s telling you this; it honestly feels illegal to know. “I didn’t think… anyone would. Cheat on him, I mean.”

“Even good-looking bastards like him can have rotten luck.” Jaemin’s smile borders on wry. “I don’t know why she showed up, honestly. Word probably got around… but she probably just wanted to know what would happen if she stirred something up with him one last time. He likely didn’t see it coming.”

You stare at the board, unsure of what to say. It makes sense, but something doesn’t really sit right with you either — why Jeno would let her come close to him at all, let alone allow her to completely eliminate the distance between his mouth and hers for longer than a second. Even thinking about it makes you want to throw up all over again.

“But deep down, I don’t know if Jeno completely got over her.” Jaemin continues, snapping you out of your short trance. “For a while after, they kept in touch. I think they even tried to work it out, but… obviously, it wasn’t easy. Until now… I’m not really sure.”

“Why,” you swallow hard. “Why… are you… why should I…”

“It’s not easy to be a player when you don’t know much about the game, is it?” He’s still staring at the board, but you get the sense that he isn’t just talking about chess. “Like I said, Jeno’s a pretty complicated guy. It’s not really my place to say anything, but…” Jaemin’s eyes flit upward for a second, and he offers you a small, almost pitying smile. “I think you need to know anyway.”

“But it has nothing to do with me. His life… I mean, his ex, and stuff.”

“I’m not too sure about that. If you like him that much… doesn’t that just mean you want to be part of his life?” He topples a pawn of yours, but you barely register the clattering noise or the fact that he drags it unceremoniously off the board. “I think you should at least know what you’re getting into. Jeno hasn’t liked someone seriously for a while, but you seem… to be the opposite. How much do you actually know about what he’s like?”

You don’t know why that kind of hurts your feelings; maybe it’s just because you have to face some kind of truth about how you don’t know much about Jeno’s private life, as badly as you want to. You even have to hear about it from someone else — someone easily kicking your ass in a dumb chess match.

“I think everyone has baggage,” you say slowly, pushing your rook forward. You realize it’s trapped behind two different pawns, so you’ve essentially backed the piece into its own corner. Jaemin doesn’t seem to care; he’s too busy executing what clearly is a ten-stage strategic win on the other side of the board. You don’t really care.

“That’s true,” he concedes, toppling your knight. “But some more than others, I think.”

“If he wanted me to know, he would’ve told me, right? Yesterday, I mean.”

“That’s may also be true, although I can’t say that with absolute certainty.” He looks thoughtful, and the pause gives you a bit of reprieve — enough to make a bad move that you instantly regret the moment you put your one remaining bishop on a square. Something like amusement flickers across Jaemin’s face, but he doesn’t make a move immediately. “Do you know what makes chess such a great game? In my opinion, anyway.”

“No?” The uncertainty in your voice is from a lack of understanding at the sudden shift in topic.

“Whenever you play someone, you get to see what they’re like — what their priorities are, you know?” His finger lands on a rook, inching it back and forth with idle intent. “You see how their mind works, what they’re like when they’re winning or losing, and what they think of you. Check, by the way.”

You’re silent as his rook captures your bishop, and he picks your fallen piece up and sets it aside with his growing pile of white.

“I’ve actually asked Jeno to play with me a few times, just for the fun of it. Sore loser,” he laughs lightly, one hand reaching out to lower the volume of his music. You notice the opening bars of Winner’s Really Really come through moments before it’s toned down. “Doesn’t really know or care about the rules, but he really likes to win. That’s kind of what makes him the star player on the team, actually. He really hates being backed into a corner, but all that focus on winning kind of tunnels his vision sometimes. Leaves him open to some attacks from another angle. He really hates that — which is probably why we barely play chess together in the first place. Apart from the fact that he thinks it’s boring.”

You’re staring at your pieces, now very pitifully winnowed down in number, and you feel stuck. You’re not sure what to do, but you’re pretty sure any move is going to make you look dumb in front of Jaemin, who’s clearly a pro — so much so that he seems to know what you’re going to do before you even decide yourself.

“You know what I like about your playing style, though?” He interrupts your train of thought again. You look up from the board, bemused; you’ve just been struggling to humor him since your first move, and it obviously isn’t working, since he seems more invested in the conversation than in the game. “You’re just trying your best, even if you’re new at this — even if you think you’re going to lose.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten everything you just said,” you respond, smiling weakly.

“You can’t always predict what’s going to happen in a game, even if you know the pattern anyway. Isn’t that just natural about anything in life?”

“You seem to know, though,” you grumble, tugging on your ponytail. You throw in the only option you have left: pushing your queen in front of your king as a last line of defense. “You’re barely paying attention to the board.”

“It’s just constant practice — a lot of hard work on my part. I don’t mind the grind of it, if it gets me somewhere good in the end.”

“So is that the kind of player you are? Just… a hard worker?”

“Maybe. I like to look at things from every possible angle. I guess that’s why I like chess when most people find it a headache.” He picks up his queen, rolling it in his palm. “Although, I guess Jeno and I have one thing in common — as players, that is.”

“What’s that?”

“I also really hate to lose.”

His queen knocks over your own with a pitiful clatter, taking its place on the board. When he picks up your piece, instead of adding it to his knockout count, he offers it to you. You take it gingerly, opting to focus more on it than on the soft smile that’s now playing on Jaemin’s lips.

“Checkmate,” he announces lightly. “Good game, _____________. You’ve got the makings of a star player.”

“You’re patronizing me, aren’t you?” You sigh as the two of you start resetting the board; you have to watch Jaemin’s pieces get rearranged to position your own.

“Only a little bit. I see a lot of quiet drive in you.”

You place the last of your pawns in a neat row; the board looks like it hadn’t even been touched. “Jaemin, how did you and Jeno become this close? You seem… I don’t know.”

“Yeah, we’ve definitely got our unique quirks,” he chuckles softly. “But Jeno and I… we just go way back, I think. When you’re friends with someone from a young age, you tend to grow with them. He’s a good dude, really, even if our personalities are different, and it’s always a fun event so long as he’s around. Well — mostly. I’d say a good ninety-nine percent of the time.”

You pointedly ignore the sheepish smile he throws your way.

“You said before that you’re not the type to… you know, share your feelings, and all that. Then how do you… like what do you guys even talk about?”

“What do you and Renjun usually talk about?” Jaemin grins. “Anything and everything, really. Movies, games, why the jerk from Yongsan International gets on our nerves when he chews his gum. We just… have a tendency to be interested in the same things, no matter if our perspectives are different.”

While talking to Jaemin is fun, you can’t help but feel like he has a tendency to speak in riddles. You still don’t really see any strong similarities in their approaches to their interests, similar as they may be, but what do you know, anyway? It isn’t like you and Renjun are exactly peas in a pod on paper.

His eyes lose focus for a second, hitting somewhere behind your ear before they quickly turn back to you. You have no idea why this makes you feel a little put on the spot.

“Hey, you want to have brunch here? My mom makes a mean soybean paste stew.”

“Oh,” you press your hand against your stomach, wondering if the swooping feeling in it is from hunger or something unrelated. “No, I actually just ha—”

“_____________?”

You swivel around in the chair, and your heart stops; you're not the least bit prepared to see Lee Jeno standing at the foot of Jaemin’s porch steps, a quizzical look very clearly etched on his sharp features.

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fairilia · 11 months

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👾 games, games, games 👾

Pairing: gamer!jeno x reader

Genre: fluff, best friend to lovers!au

Summary: Jeno give hints during the gaming session?¿

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Y/N and Jeno sat side by side in front of the computer screens, ready for another exciting gaming session. They were part of a close-knit group of friends who loved playing games together, and tonight was no exception. The room was filled with laughter and friendly banter as they prepared to dive into the virtual world.

As the game loaded, Jeno couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N. He admired her infectious smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Secretly, he had developed feelings for her over time, but he had yet to find the courage to confess.

Throughout the night, Jeno playfully teased Y/N, dropping subtle hints about his affection for her. Whenever she made a great move or defeated a challenging opponent, he would compliment her, calling her adorable names like "gamer queen" and "the cutest warrior." Y/N blushed every time, her heart fluttering at the sound of his words.

As the hours ticked by, the intensity of the game heightened. Y/N and Jeno fought side by side, their avatars battling enemies and overcoming obstacles together. Their chemistry was undeniable, and it seemed as if they were in perfect sync.

“ayo? how dare you attack y/n? get behind me faster y/n!!” He said in a teasing manner when you started to whine about the enemy keep on attacking her.

Y/N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she stammered but just shrugs it off since he always act like that— that means nothing, she though.

After 2 hours of playing, y/n decided to quit the game as it frustrates her that the enemy keep on aiming her so she told the others that she’s going out to get some fresh air. Jeno’s eyes looks at her worriedly, before turning off his screen too before he follows her behind. “Y/n? you okay?” His heart is beating so fast because he’s not sure if now is the right time to confess his own feeling. He turns towards her, facing y/n before taking both of her soft hands in his as he looks into her eyes. “I like you y/n, ever since last year when we start play games together you always took my attention away and I seems to can’t get enough of you with us just being friends so…. Would you like to be my girlfriend? to this stupid asš?” Jeno finally confessed, he can’t breathe properly until she gives her answer.

Y/n stood in front of him, dumbfounded and speechless as it feels unreal. Jeno likes her? Her own crush likes her? So they’ve been liking each other? She feels stupid now. Y/n quickly pull away from him that makes him shocked but her next action took him by surprise as she tiptoe and plant her lips on his. Jeno was stunned at first but quickly responds to her kiss, assuming he got her answer already. 💗

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Sleepy Kisses ~ Lee Jeno

Your smile was wide as you slowly lowered yourself down after sliding your legs underneath the duvet, feeling an arm settle just underneath your head. You turned slightly to look at Jeno laying beside you as his arm wrapped around you and pulled you against his chest.

Your hand rested against his chest as you made yourself comfortable, feeling Jeno’s finger trace gently against your shoulder. As a small yawn escaped you, a chuckle came from Jeno as he kept his eyes watching you, easily able to tell just how tired you were as you rested for the night.

Jeno knew that you’d had a busy day, having rung him during your lunch break to vent about how stressed you were, he knew he needed to do something for you when you got home, deciding that a lazy night would be the best thing for you to help you out.

“Do you want to sleep now?”

Your head shook in reply to Jeno, keen to spend just a bit of time cuddled up to him first. As your head shook, he moved towards you and pressed several gentle kisses against the very top of your head, keeping each one soft.

“We can lay here like this all night long,” Jeno told you as a sigh of content came from you, relieved to be relaxed in Jeno’s arms, and more importantly, home, with him helping to clear your mind of the many troubles that were swirling around in it.

With your eyes staring forwards, across at the window where the curtains were drawn, Jeno continued to kiss over the top of your head. You’d lost count of how many kisses he planted until your head tilted up, with a wide smile on your face.

The moment he looked down and saw you looking back at him, Jeno leant further down to be able to peck against your lips several times too, knowing that he was distracting you as you focused on keeping your blush under control instead.

“What are you thinking about now?” Jeno asked you.

“You,” you smiled in response as he pulled away momentarily, “and how you always seem to know the way to cheer me up, how you get it right, every single time.”

“I just want to be able to help you,” Jeno told you as he replied, continuing to run his hand across the top of your shoulder, “I hate seeing you getting overworked, you don’t deserve it, you’re so strong and smart, but they just keep taking advantage of you.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, you couldn’t help but feel the same about how you were treated at work, constantly used by your colleagues.

“I wish I could get you out of there,” Jeno frowned, “there should be work at the company for you somewhere.”

“I can’t let you do that,” you responded, tapping your hand against his chest to let him know that you meant it.

Jeno knew that asking for help was something that you struggled with, you didn’t like to admit that you needed support, you liked to be tough and do it on your own, but on nights like tonight, you really did need Jeno to be there for you and help you to feel better.

And as ever, he was right there for you, supporting you and trying his best to make you feel better. Several more kisses were scattered all over the top of your head as soon as he felt that you were beginning to fret once again.

He kept his eye on you every time he pulled away from you, spotting each time that he looked down that you were getting sleepier and sleepier tucked up in his hold.

As his hand stopped moving, you looked up to Jeno in confusion. “What are you doing?” You frowned, missing the comfort that the patterns that he drew brought you.

Jeno quickly picked back up what he was doing again, noticing your smile drop as he met your eyes, frustrated that he had stopped wrapping himself tightly around you.

“I thought you were falling asleep,” he told you with a wide smile on his face.

“I’m not falling asleep just yet,” you assured him, positioning yourself back against his chest, “I want more of your kisses before I think about falling asleep anyway.”

“I think I can do that,” he joked in reply to you, tracing his lips through your hairline once again, having lost count of how many times he’d done it since the two of you laid down.

Each time you shuffled, Jeno found a new place to kiss, making sure that you were never left without one for too long. He had his eyes on you the entire time, knowing that the moment he caught you falling asleep, he’d let you rest.

“Has coming to bed early helped you feel better tonight?” Jeno asked you as he noticed your eyes staring forwards again, trying your best to get them to shut.

“You’re the thing that’s helped, and how incredibly caring you are towards me.”

“I’m just doing what any good boyfriend would do,” Jeno assured you, but your head shook, turning upwards to look at him once again, refusing to let him brush aside what he did for you.

Your eyes stayed on his as you spoke, “not many people would take care of their partners like you do, you’re always there for me, and I really adore that about you Jeno.”

A shy smile crept onto his face as you spoke, never really feeling as if he went out of his way to care for you. It was instinct in him, he simply loved being there for you and trying his best to see you smile again too.

“I know that you feel as if you’ve done nothing tonight bringing me up here and tucking me in nice and early, but it’s really comforting Jeno. Having you kiss me and hold me reminds me that I’m not alone, which is really what I need right now.”

“I’ll never let you be alone,” Jeno assured you, kissing against your forehead once again, “no matter how badly other people will make you feel as if you’re stranded.”

“You’re the best,” you smiled across at him, “I don’t even know what I’d do without you these days Jeno.”

“I reckon you’d be just fine; you don’t give yourself enough credit Y/N.”

Jeno was confident that you’d see it through, but he still enjoyed being the one that was there for you. He had promised himself when he started dating you that he’d stay by your side, and that was something that Jeno would never allow to change.

“Why don’t you try and close your eyes?” Jeno suggested, catching you letting go of a yawn as you turned away from Jeno to try and hide it.

“At last, I actually feel a little bit tired,” you weakly smiled, surprised yourself by how well Jeno’s plan had exhausted you. “I’ve been scared to sleep for a little while, but laying here with you right now is comforting me.”

“I’ll hold onto you all night long,” Jeno promised you, “we can lay for as long as you need, all through to the morning too. I’ll lay here and kiss the top of your head for as much as you need me too to help you out.”

“How will you sleep if you’re kissing me?”

“I’ll find a way to do it,” Jeno grinned, “I’ve got my ways to make things work.”

“I don’t doubt that you’ll find a way too.”

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 25.5 - Yandere!Jeno + Voyerism & Masturbation

Anonymous Said: for kinktober: yandere jeno + voyeurism + female masturbation

A/n: Are any of you familiar with The Matrix? If you are, this will make a lot more sense, ehehehe~

Word Count: 909

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Another sigh escapes his lips as his eyes scan over the code before him. Endlessly, the screen seems to drag on, considering he’s been staring at it all day. It’s truly not easy being an operator…

Mentally clocking out, Jeno decides he’s done for the day. Besides, he has more important things he could be looking at and figuring out, like what you are up to right now.

Jeno doesn’t know if it was pure luck, or fate that had you gracing your presence in his sight, but ever since that one day he saw you just simply minding your own business, going about your daily activities inside the Matrix, he was hooked. How you could be so effortlessly beautiful, he didn’t know. All he did know, was that he wanted you.

All that there was left to do was convince Mark to save you. To pull you out of the Matrix and right into Jeno’s awaiting arms. Unfortunately, Jeno’s been a little selfish, not wanting the others to so much as even look at you. No, you’re for Jeno’s eyes only. No one else should be able to see your beauty but him.

Which is exactly why when he shifts to begin looking for you, the position he finds you in has his breath hitching in his throat.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in his mouth, Jeno is quick to look around, making sure that he’s the only one on the operations deck. His lips quirk. Finally, after what feels like forever, he’s alone with you once more.

You, who appears on screen laying on your bed with your legs spread, your hands roaming the expanses of your exposed body.

Jeno’s cock twitches as he sees you pinch a nipple between your fingers. What he wouldn’t give to be able to do that for himself. He bets your skin would feel so perfect beneath his touch. He’s only fantasized about it more times than he can count…

Slowly, he watches you slide your hands down your body, removing the offending material of your shorts and spreading your legs open once more. He nearly drools at the sight of your newly exposed core practically inviting him in.

Shifting in his seat, Jeno can feel his cock throbbing beneath his pants. Softly, he begins palming himself over his growing erection, eyes glued to the monitor before him as he watches you trail your fingers over the skin of your inner thigh. Slowly, your hand begins to creep closer to your awaiting entrance, but each time you get near, you purposefully pull away again.

So, you liked to be teased, do you? Whatever you want, Jeno is more than willing to provide for you when the time comes. All he wants to do is please you. He needs you more than you will ever know.

Finally, after what feels like ages, Jeno sees you dip your fingers through your slit, spreading the wetness that he’s sure has already begun to gather there before moving up to circle your clit. With each flick of your wrist, your eyes flutter shut, head falling back against the pillows as you release what Jeno is sure is the most beautiful moan he will ever hear in his entire life. If only he had an audio feed…

Each movement he sees you make, each swipe of your fingers over your clit, Jeno mirrors with his hand around his cock. Slowly, he begins to tease the tip, running his thumb over the head in time with the way your fingers trail over your clit.

Jeno has to suppress the moan that wants to escape him as he sees you dip two fingers into your weeping folds. He bets anything that you’d feel much better if those were his own fingers stretching you out, or even his cock. After all, he’s been told he’s very skilled with his hands.

With hungry eyes, Jeno watches you get lost in your pleasure. Fuck, how can you be so beautiful? So beautiful, and all his. You just don’t know it yet.

You’re getting close. He can just tell from the way your chest is rising and falling in erratic pants, your hands on your weeping cunt moving faster to push you over the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, squeezing his hand along his shaft as he strokes himself to completion right alongside you. “Give it to me.”

It’s as if by some miracle, you’ve heard his pleas, your hand stilling within you as your head is thrown back, your whole body trembling as he’s sure what is your release washes over you. Not even ten seconds later, and Jeno is following right behind, hot spurts of his come landing in thick ropes against his stomach. The image of you fucked out and covered in his come has his cock twitching in his grip once more.

With heaving breaths, Jeno revels in the way you both come down from your highs together. Really, he wants nothing more than to be able to pull you into his arms, kissing you to further take your breath away, but he cannot. At least, not yet.

“Fuck,” Jeno hisses out an exhale as he tosses his head back onto the seat.

There’s no question about it now. Tomorrow, he’ll talk to Mark. Tomorrow, they’ll save you. Tomorrow, Jeno is going to pull you out of the Matrix and into his loving arms, where you’ve always belonged.

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neodreamzenie · 1 year

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Imagine

Boy Best Friend l.jn

Genre: Smut

Wc: 0.1k

Warnings: Suggestive

You went to you boy best friends house to watch a movie together. "Heyy!" You sang, walking towards him. "Hey love." He answered laughing at you. You sat on his lap like you always do, playing on your phone while he was finishing his homework. You scrolled through TikTok and you heard this song you really like, so you started moving along a little. You felt him drop his head on your shoulder. "You alright?" You asked, still vibing to the song. "Fuck, just like that." He groaned. A bit flustered and confused, you stopped moving. But then you felt it under you. He started moving from underneath, making you breathe out. "Lee Jeno..."

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lee-aveyourmark · 2 years

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besties with nomin!

∘.∙°. masterlist Pairing: Lee Jeno x reader x Na Jaemin, nomin x bestie!reader Genre: sickening fluff, a whole lotta crack Warnings: mentions of food Wordcount: 767

A/N: I'm back bitches

- nomin are like a bonded pair of pets - you befriend one of them and just couldn't avoid befriending the other

- you're definitely the middle ground in this relationship, bc these two boys can be quite the opposite of one another

- being very open and accepting of jaemin's physical affection while understanding jeno's feelings and concerns through his gazes and jumbles of words is a massive feat but they absolute treasure you for it

- it means that jaemin can randomly give you hugs to feel comfort at the physical contact and not really say anything at times, allowing his nonverbal cues to communicate his intentions as his embrace is ever so gentle and his eyes ever so soft

- it also means that jeno can freely express his emotions and frustrations without judgement, gaining release from negative internal thoughts, and gets excited at the thought of catching up with you to ramble on about how his day went, regardless if it was enjoyable or utterly crap

- haechan has shared about how jeno literally hates anything cute and being associated with cuteness, but i know full well that you and jaemin still coo and baby the living daylights out of him not because you're trying to annoy him, but because you two believe with your whole hearts that he is a d o r a b l e and deserves to be showered with affection and praise

- the amount of pure satisfaction gained from seeing jeno blush

- nomin has money and they know it, so they like to buy you gifts from time to time (it's also a way of them showing their appreciation for you putting up with them lol)

- perfumes are a go-to, with jaemin carefully selecting a new fragrance each time while jeno opposes many of his selections and chooses one that he sniffed once

- rip jaemin when you're given the two fragrances and then end up wearing jeno's selection more often

- playdates are random late-night baking sessions together with jaemin making sure that you and jeno don't burn the kitchen down, becoming distracted himself as he accidentally adds 3/4 tablespoon of salt instead 3/4 teaspoon

- "did someone cry into the brownie mix? why is it so salty?" jeno frowns, reaching for a glass of water to cleanse his overwhelmed palette

- "it was me, i cried when fishing out all the broken eggshells from the batter" jaemin deadpans

- also, imagine just happily enjoying a day off together, walking in a park while your arms are linked with theirs, feeding each other bites of street food and taking the cutest pictures together

- after the first time one of you gained the courage to link arms with the other two, it becomes a little quirk of your relationship

- whether it be strolling around late at night or trying to encourage each other to hurry up in getting to a certain place, linking arms makes it just that lil bit better huehue :)

- until, you guys run into a doorframe and suddenly you're all turning 90 degrees like a blade on a fan to fit through sideways, not even bothering to think of unlinking arms

- your group chat is used mainly for memes and confirming deets on your next get-together

- oh, it also consists of jaemin writing in paragraphs about the most random things and jeno responding with 'k' while you try to respond as empathetically as possible to prevent jaemin from moving out of the dorm lmao

- aND, sometimes with jaemin ignoring jeno's questions followed by jeno sending some words that seem very vulgar but surprisingly none of which are profanities, all ending with the (.◜◡◝ ) emoji

- i'd imagine you guys would facetime on a regular basis, but the timing is always really odd and, more often than not, at least one of you are in a less than publicly decent situation

- most calls aren't even proper conversations - it's just you guys showing each other something cool and then quickly cutting off, or jaemin calling you to tell jeno to turn the lights off

- "jaemin, i swear, it's 4am" "exactly, that's why i need you to tell jeno to turn the lights off so i can sleep" "newSFLASH, I DON'T LIVE WITH Y'ALL"

- but yet, you call the gamer boy anyway

- and alas, gamer boy jeno didn't pick up as he was, as expected, gaming, leaving you to give up and ignore jaemin's calls

- sigh what a lovely friendship <3

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nczennie · 2 years

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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Featuring: in this order: Slytherin!Jaemin (18+), Hufflepuff!Jeno, Ravenclaw!Renjun (18+), Slytherin!Haechan, & their respected oc's. Genre: Smut, Fluff Warnings: Overall mature content (18+ only): cursing, making out, oral (f. receiving), Jaemin's mouth is a little dirty, penetration (f. receiving), choking (m. receiving but just barely).

Taglist: @flower-lise @heyyyun @sunflowerhae @neocityfile @winc1ty @imgettinlocoloco @ashkuuuu @marklexleaf @cookydream @dnylwoo @sanisms @juoirs @luvdroids @yuxnan @jenyoonoh

"Does it snow there?" You ask Slytherin!Jaemin curiously, watching absentmindedly as he packed his bag for his trip home for the holiday break. He would be returning to the muggle world where he lived, and never having been there yourself, you made sure to ask a lot of questions about the place he grew up. Jaemin purses his lips as he thinks of your question, "I mean sometimes, but not nearly as much as it does here. We do get a white Christmas once in awhile though". You nod, moving to fold the sweater he hands you before placing it in his pack.

If you think back even a month ago, you would never in a million years thought you would find yourself in Jaemin's room, let alone in this position. The last and only time you were here was when he had his way with you against the door after that party; you blush just thinking about it. But now, merely lounging on his bed, helping him in a non sexual way feels domestic and it makes your heart flutter as this is what you've come to want with him somewhere along the past year.

"Do you usually do anything for the holidays?" The Slytherin boy asks you. Shrugging in response, you think before answering him, "We usually have dinner as a family. At least once during the break my dad takes us all to a quidditch game. But, my brothers wife is due with their baby soon so we'll see how things change". You smile at him and he smiles in return, loving having the chance to get a peek into your life. The one he wanted to be apart for so long yet did everything he could to push you away. Now he wanted to know everything about you and your life, and so badly wanted to become apart of it himself.

Taking a break from his clothes, he comes to sit next to you on the bed, "Maybe you could come visit me at some point, you know, if you wanted to. Or are able to," He drags on, becoming less and less confident the more he talks. You laugh a little, "I would love that, I've never been to the muggle world before". Jaemin hums, "Well then I can show you everything you need to know".

He takes his nearly full bag that was placed in between you both and sets it on the floor, moving over to take its place. You smile warmly at him, eyes dancing across his face as you feel him place his hand gently on your thigh. His lips quirk into a small smile before he leans in a kisses you, lips softly pressing against yours. It had been awhile since you and Jaemin had done anything sexual, let alone kiss. Upon rebuilding your relationship you both set the boundary of no touching, wanting to have a good basis of clear feelings and emotions without lust getting in the way. But now as the boy kisses you more feverishly, hand running up your thigh to grip your waist, you are reminded it will be awhile before you see him again so crossing this boundary now seems like a better and better idea.

Without moving his mouth from yours, Jaemin guides you back on his bed, your head laying comfortably against his pillow. You start become slightly uncomfortable in the heat of the room, the sweatpants and heavy sweater causing you to sweat, even more so now that Jaemin is running his tongue along yours. As if he was thinking the same this, the Slytherin boys separates himself from you, quickly removing the sweater that was covering his body. You gulp as you take in his bare torso, now that you think about it, you've probably only seen the boy fully naked a handful of times as you both snuck around and were reduced to quickies in weird places like bathrooms.

You were so distracted by the view that you almost forgot about your own heat, only remembering when he leans over you once again, "Wait," you call out which leaves him worriedly looking over you, "Me too," you state bashfully leaning up yourself to remove your own sweater. He smirks a bit before leaning into your lips once more, moving you back to your lying position, one of his hands holding his weight over you while the other wanders of the expanse of your newly exposed skin. His tongue lazily plays with your own as his hand enjoys the warmth of your skin, moving up in down in a way that almost tickles you.

Finally, his hand comes up to your bra, fumbling firmly with your chest. Having enough of him touching you over the fabric, you quickly break away, removing the clothing without a word. At the sight of your bare chest, the Slytherin boy's eyes darken, a slight groan escaping his lips as he leans forward to capture yours again. Jaemin only kisses you once before he starts a trail of kisses down the rest of your body, leaving his wake down your jaw, neck, collarbone, until he finally reaches your chest.

He litters your chest in small pecks before finally giving in and letting his tongue run over one of your harden nipples. Your eyes roll up to look at the ceiling, mouth slightly part to let out the soft noises Jaemin prys from you as his tongue swirls around the bud before encasing it full in his mouth. He moves to do the same to the other before continuing his trail, kissing down your stomach to the hem of your pants. "I really want to taste you, baby," He speaks into your skin and you move your head in order to look down at him shimming himself further between your legs. "Will you let me eat you out?" he hums out, "I promise I'll make you feel so good," his fingers tugs at your waistband. You nod furiously at the offer, face flushed from the crude words leaving his mouth.

He hums in delight at your confirmation, sitting up only to remove your sweats and everything underneath it, then making himself comfortable once again between your legs, this time with you completely bare. Jaemin grips your things, leaning closer to your core, "My pretty baby," he praises as he moves forward using long licks of his tongue to spread the wetness from both you and him. The moans leaving your mouth sound almost desperate as he starts focusing his attacks on your clit, fingers carefully placed to spread you and expose it completely as the tip of his tongue flicks along it continuously.

Though your eyes have been shut for awhile now, Jaemin keeps his eyes locked on your face even as his mouth continues to work on you. "Taste so good," he hums leaning to kiss your clit before speaking again, "So good for me, want to eat you all day". You let out a whimper, eyes fluttering open to look into his. He holds your gaze, mouth moving closer to your core as he spits directly on your clit, holding your gaze he leans forward taking the now swollen bud fully into his mouth, lips sucking you in. The feeling in enough for you to throw your head back once again, "Jaemin," you call out and you're aware how desperate it sounds but it's all overwhelming, the touch, his tongue, his words, Jaemin as always had a way to make your fall apart at an insane rate.

You move to grip his forearms that still hold your thighs, eager to have a grip on anything to help you feel grounded as he continues to suck and tongue at you. Jaemin pulls up for only a moment, "C'mon, pull my hair, baby," he dips his tongue to noisily slirp at the wetness collecting by your hole causing you to clench, "Wanna feel your hands in my hair while I eat your pussy," he murmurs against you. "Oh my gosh," groan, doing what he says and running your hand through his hair, giving it a pull when he finds your sensitive clit once more. Jaemin lets out a groan at the roughness of your pulls, the sound vibrating into your core.

As the Slytherin boy pulls his mouth away from you, you think you have time to catch your breath, but as you cast your eyes downwards, you know that's not the case. Though Jaemin's mouth was taking a break from you, you found it was not occupied with a couple of his fingers. He takes a moment to wet them efficiently before moving them both to circle at your entrance that was left dripping from his previous endeavors. He takes a moment to look up at you, smirking as his fingers work merely running in circles, "You're so wet I think I can slip two of them in right away," Your head falls back onto his pillow unable to meet his gaze, face flushing even more at his words. His starts pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs as two of his fingers slip smoothly into you. Mouth opening to let out a groan at the intrusion, you're pleasantly surprised by the feeling of the stretch. Jaemin had only prepped you with his tongue before hand but taking his fingers now seemed easy with the amount of wetness he drew out from you beforehand.

Jaemin groans into your thigh, watching as you take his fingers with ease. "Knew you could take it, baby" he gets out in a deep voice. "Your hole is taking me so well I bet I could slip a third one in now with no problem". You know he's right, "Yes, yes, more," you chant out, head so clouded with lust you can't even form proper sentences anymore. "More?" Jaemin hums, continuing to leave kisses on your thigh, "Need to be full so bad, huh?" He complies to your request, slipping a third finger inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. "Fuck, that's my baby," he mumbles in your thigh, lost in the pleasure of the visuals of you.

He enjoys the slower pace for awhile, and he can tell you do as well from the sounds constantly leaving your mouth, but eventually he decides to fulfill his mission. He nibbles on your inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue, "Gunna make you cum, baby," and you know it won't be a problem when he starts moving his fingers faster inside of you, "Want that? Want to cum around my fingers?". Jaemin asks before moving his tongue to flick at your clit in a rhythm that matched his fingers. "Jaemin," you moan out, "Please don't stop," you get out, more desperate than every to reach your high. Your hands tighten their grip, one in his hair and the other on his forearm which still held one of your thighs into place. As Jaemin quickened his pace even more, the sounds of your wetness filled the room in a way that you would have considered embarrassing if you weren't so focused on the pleasure that came with it. And within a short time, a mixture of Jaemin's fingers and his tongue finally brought you over the edge.

You cum with a load desperate moan, pleasure clouding your brain and blurring your vision. Your whole body tingles at how intense it is and you can't hear anything but a loud ringing in your ears. As you regain an ounce of your feeling, you whimper at your sensitive state, using your grip on his hair to pull his mouth away from you.

"There you go," Jaemin talks into your thigh as he removes his fingers from you. "My pretty baby, you did so well". You blush at the softness of Jaemin's words, it was something you were not used to, especially during sex. He starts a trail of kisses your body, returning from the way he came from. Your stomach, your chest, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, until he finally pauses in front your lips, a small smile lingering on his face. You return his smile, still trying to regain your breath, letting out a small giggle when you take note of the wetness surrounding his mouth. You blush as you reach up in an attempt to wipe it off.

Jaemin laughs at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly a couple of time, "How was it?". "Amazing," you say bashfully and he laughs at your shy state. "Good," he starts, "I wanted to make sure you knew how beautiful and amazing you are". You smile at him, it was no secret that past times with Jaemin, while out of this world, sometime his dirty mouth could be quite mean. But in the case of having sex, you can't say it was something that you minded. However, you understand that Jaemin wanted to start off this new sexual relationship with you was built of his true feelings.

"You were great," you start, but wanted to stay honest, "But, in the future, if you wanted to be a little mean, that's okay too" You say softly with a blush. Jaemin laughs loudly, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "Noted". You reach around him to pull his bare chest into yours, "Only during sex though, just because I like to be pushed around during sex doesn't mean I'll take it outside of the bedroom". Jaemin smiles, hand coming up to move some of your hair out of your face. "Of course," he gives your lips another peck, "I'll spend the rest of our time making everything up to you".

"Hey!", you look down the hallway as someone draws your attention and smile when you see Hufflepuff!Jeno walking up to you. You stood outside the Ravenclaw common room, having planned to meet Jeno here before lunch started. Today was your final day at Hogwarts as everyone would leave for the holidays tomorrow morning and you would return the muggle world for break.

The smiling boy walks closer to you and you notice he has he hands placed behind his back, "Hey," you reply back and give him a questioning look. He merely raises his eyebrows, "Want to head inside?" He refers to the common rooms, as the school was technically on break, rules involving the other houses weren't really enforced by anyone and the students enjoyed hanging out in the other common rooms with their friends without sneaking around.

You invite him into the mostly empty room with a smile, enjoying how he takes in the place with awe. You lead him over to another empty room, taking a seat on the couch in front of the fire, patting the spot beside you beckoning him to join. He sits beside you looking stiff despite the fact that he's smiling at you. "So," you begin, "Why do you look like you're hiding something". Jeno looks shocked for a moment before he lets out a chuckle, warmth coming up to turn his ears red.

"Well seeing as I won't see you again until after break, I brought you a present". He says a you can't help but look shocked for a moment, sure gift giving is common during this time but now you feel horrible for not getting him anything. He finally removes his hands from behind his back, showing what he had been hiding the whole time. "Ta-da," he speaks softly, revealing a small bouquet of blue flowers and a small box that was messily wrapped with effort.

Your breath hitches at the sweetness of the thought and you smile up at him, moving to take the items into your own hands, "Forget me nots," You name the flower, bringing them up to your nose to smell before taking in the beauty of them once more. Jeno blushes but nods, "I hope you like them, I didn't really know which flowers you actually like, but I thought these were pretty, plus they're blue..." he trails on and you let out a laugh. "I love them, thank you so much. You didn't have to get anything for me at all". The Hufflepuff boy nods, shoulders finally relaxing, "I know, but you've done so much for me over the past semester I really wanted to thank you and show you how grateful I was. I probably wouldn't have been able to graduate if it weren't for you".

You tilt your head, taking Jeno in as he talks, in awe of his thoughtfulness. "Well it was my pleasure, I never tutored someone who put so much effort in so thank you, and you should be proud of yourself for how hard you worked".

Jeno returns your smile, eyes smiling along with him, but suddenly moves over to stop your hand that reached to unwrap your gift. He turns bashful yet again, "Sorry, actually I was wondering if you could wait till you got home to open that". You look a little shocked but nodded understandingly, "Of course," you smile at him, moving to place the box carefully on the table across from the couch. "I wrote a letter to you that's in there, I was thinking maybe that could be the first one that you respond to". He refers to the fact that you both agreed to keep in touch via letters over the break. "I'm looking forward to it," You smile at him, leaning further into the couch, bring your legs up in order to get more comfortable. "So do you have any plans over break?" You ask him as he follows in suit of your, getting more comfortable. "Not much, I usually just lounge around the house and enjoy sleeping in. I help my parents around the house when they don't work, I usually make time to practice quidditch with a couple of my teammates too." "Oh!" he continues, "I also visit Jaemin at his house every year as well". You smile adoringly at him, "It sounds like a good way to spend break to me. And don't forget now you have to write to me too". You tease him and he chuckles, "I would never forget. Do you have any plans? Besides sending me letters everyday?" He jabs at you and you reach over to gently pinch his ear. "My grandparents have a lot of holiday traditions they make sure they celebrate with my siblings and I every year so I do enjoy that, getting to see them after being here most of the year is great. I usually visit Hyunjin at some point too". You reach over and pinch his cheeks when he starts pouting.

"Hey don't be pouty," You laugh at him, hands staying placed on his cheeks. "I'm not," he tries to mumble out even though your hands squishing his cheeks makes it hard to speak. You hum, eyes lingering over his face before Jeno notices they fall to his lips and and stay there. He can't help the pounding of his heart when you start to lean in.

Unable to help yourself, you lean in a place your lips against Jeno's, hands still holding his face in place as your eyes shut and let your lips linger for a moment against his. Pulling away slowly, you smile at him, removing your hands from his face and reaching to hold his own instead. Jeno clears his throat, "Wow," his face is red as he speaks, "Not gunna lie, I really thought I would be the one initiating our first kiss". You laugh at him shaking your head, "Sorry, I couldn't resist". You smile. "Hey I'm not complaining". He chuckles and you can't help to lean in and place your lips against his once again, this time they stay pressed together longer and your begin to tilt your head in order to better accommodate the kiss.

Jeno hums as he deepens the kiss, becoming more comfortable with the feeling of his lips moving against yours. You let your hands move from his face, falling to rest gently on his chest. Jeno moves his own hands to rest on your waist, using them to guide you closer to him. Jeno takes the time to smoothly run his tongue over your lip, silently hoping you would reciprocate and he hadn't moved to fast. And much to his pleasure, you open your own lips slightly in order to allow his tongue in to meet your own. The Hufflepuff feels like he's on cloud nine. Snuggled up next to a fire, about to go on vacation, making out with you. He doesn't think life could get much better than this.

"I'm going to throw up, I'm not even joking".

You and Jeno pull away from each other, in shock at the interruption. Upon looking over the couch you notice Hyunjin standing there with a disgusted look on his face. You let out a chuckle, trying to calm your pounding heart when you realize it's just your friend, "You scared me". you tell him. Jeno is torn between feeling embarrassed and absolutely annoyed with Hyunjin for barging in and ruining his time with you. He lets out a huff, especially now as Hyunjin looks him over looking absolutely appalled. "You're both disgusting, and you're going to miss lunch so if you could stop sucking face and go to the dining hall that'd be great".

You shake your head, but stand up anyways, moving to collect your flowers and gift box, "Let me put these away and I'll meet you there". Hyunjin glances down at the gifts in your arms, "He got you presents too? You're really lucky I haven't eaten yet or else the food would have been all over the ground by now". You roll your eyes at how dramatic he's being, "Shut up". You turn to smile at Jeno, "Shall we?" He smiles back at you, moving to stand alongside you, "Let's go".

It was just after dinner time and darkness had completely fallen over the Hogwarts castle. Students roamed lazily around the halls and in common rooms, enjoying the peacefulness of the night before the chaos that would come in the morning trying to catch the Hogwarts Express.

As for you, you were glad you were able to convince your roommates to leave the room for a couple of hours so that you could invite Ravenclaw!Renjun over. It may have been selfish, but you would be damned if you couldn't have him once more before you both left for break tomorrow.

That's how you found yourself in this position now, completely naked on top of your boyfriend who was equally as bare, rutting yourself against his cock as you both lazily made out. Finally having enough, you sat up, "Okay, hurry and get the rubber thing," you speak getting impatient. Renjun groans at you, moving to rummage through the box hidden under your bed, "How many times do I have to tell you, it's called a condom". You roll your eyes at him, "Does it really matter," you mutter watching as he leans back up, opening the small package. "I mean practicing safe sex is important so it's also good to know the proper names of everything," he mumbles half paying attention as he tugs on his cock a few times before moving to place the condom.

Though he doesn't look at you, you send him a glare, "How about we don't talk about this right now," you state moving to straddle over him once he situates himself back on your bed. You lean down, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss that is more tongue than it is lips and reaching between you both to find his cock, grabbing it and running the tip of it between your folds. Once you've had enough of your own teasing, you line him up perfectly before sinking down slowly on him. Your mouth opens at the feeling of having your boyfriend inside of you and he groans against your mouth.

"Fuck," Renjun groans, eyes closing with pleasure as you engulf him completely. You hum once you get used to the feeling of him, moving your hands to brace yourself against his chest so that you can start moving on top of him. Renjun groans out your name as you start riding him faster, mouth falling open and eyes coming up to meet yours as you smirk down at him. "You look so pretty, Junnie," you let out, sounding only slightly breathless. Your boyfriend only moans in response, hands roaming slowly up your thighs and around your back to grab onto your ass, grip tightening in order to help move you along. Your own hands begin to wander, taking in the smooth skin of his chest and up to his shoulders. Eventually, one of your hands comes up to grip gently around his neck, not applying pressure but just there for both of you to enjoy the placement. "Shit," He lets out from beneath you, his brown eyes rolling back as he begins to thrust his hips upwards impatiently.

Leaning down, you capture Renjun's lips once more with your own, kissing him roughly, only pulling away slightly to moan against his lips when his thrust begin to angle perfectly. As your grip falls from his neck, Renjun tightens his grip on you, sitting up and moving you both to place your on your back as he takes his place between your legs.

You smile at him as he takes a moment to run his hand through his hair. You open your arms dramatically to beckon him forward and he laughs at the action, finally leaning down, chest pressed against yours though leaning on his forearms to allow him to easily thrust into you. You let out a whine as he starts moving again, regaining a rhythm that feels good for the both of you. Moving your arms to embrace him you let your hands wander to the ends of his hair, playing with it slightly as your eyes close of the pleasure. "Fuck, Renjun," you whine out desperately as his hips speed up knowing he finally found the right angle.

The sounds leaving your mouth become more needy as your stomach tightens more and more with the overwhelming pleasure. "I love you," You let out to your boyfriend causing him to groan, head falling into your neck as he concentrates on getting you both to your end. "I love you. So beautiful. I love you, I love you," he mumbles back to you as he reaches down between you both to rub your clit in rhythm to his hips. You cum with a cry, hands scratching and gripping desperately against Renjun's back as he groans at the assault. Only moments later he finishes along with you, deeply thrusting to ride it out before carefully removing his weight from his forearms and completely on to you.

Some minutes later you find yourself blissfully wrapped in his sweater, under the covers, legs intertwined with his while you arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You lay comfortably against his chest while he head lay atop yours, his hands smoothing down your hair. The post-sex sleepiness was definitely running through your body, but you enjoy this pillowtalk with your boyfriend too much to let it completely consume you.

"You're still coming the week of Christmas, right?" he asks what seems like the hundredth time but you reassure him nonetheless. "Yes, my love," you mumble into his chest. "And don't forget the week before you're supposed to come to mine". "How could I forget," he chuckles, "That reminds me, you have to help me pick out a birthday present to give your brother". You scoff at him, "Please you could literally give him anything from the muggle world and he would find you even more amazing than he already does".

"Hey don't be jealous," he states "He just looks up to me because I'm the cool older sibling he never got to have". You pull away from his chest slightly to glare up at him, "Ha ha, so funny". Renjun laughs at you, "I'm sorry. I love you," he says moving forward to leave a kiss on your hair. You hum, "I love you too". He says nothing but continues to play with the softness of your hair so you look up at him once more. "I'm serious," you say again desperate to get your point across, "I love you. I really love you, Renjun". He smiles fondly at you, leaning forward to peck your lips, "I know". He says simply and you know he does so you lean forward into his chest once more, finally letting sleep come over you.

The hustle and bustle of the train station never failed to make you anxious, gripping your suitcase tightly you tried to take deep breaths and find a place to stand that would get you out of the way of the rushing students around you.

"They're always so relentless," Slytherin!Haechan scoffs from where he walks beside you, a boy rushing beside him having just rammed into his shoulder. He glances at you and you give him a small smile. Seeing a small corner tucked away from the chaos but still close enough to the entrance of the train car, Haechan pulls you over gently by your arm, making sure to maneuver out of everyone's way.

"There," he says smiling down at you as you finally have your own space. You return the smile, placing your bag on the floor beside you. "Got everything?" He asks even though he helped you check off your packing list. You can't help but giggle as you nod at him, "And you don't usually take the train?" You ask him. Haechan purses his lips and shakes his head, "Nope, I've only taken it maybe three times over the last seven years". You furrow your eyebrows, "How come?" "My parents always take the chance to come and hang out at Hogsmeade and reminisce and tell us a bunch of stories before we go home. They're Hogwarts sweethearts". You look curiously at him upon hearing the term, "They met at school here?" He nods, "Yep. They met first year and started dating fifth year and they've been together with me and my siblings ever since". Smiling you can't help but be in awe at the cute story, "They must have some cool stories then".

He smiles back, "Oh yeah, and they're never ending too, I'll have to tell you some, sometime". You blush at the thought, moving your eyes to avoid his gaze but nod in agreement. Haechan only smirks before continuing, "What about your parents?" "Actually they met in school too, like your parents. However, I don't think any of their stories are as cool as any your parents have". You laugh a little and Haechan joins along, "I don't know about that, you'll have to share some with me too". You nod bashfully in agreement.

"Are you excited to see them?" He asks, moving to lean comfortably against the wall. Your smile suddenly brightens as you think about it, "I really am. I always love to tell them everything, you know since all this is new to them, so I love sharing what I learn, it's a lot of fun". Haechan smiles at your excitement, especially since it's revolving around your magic and you being proud to share it openly around your family.

"I bet they are so impressed with everything you're doing," he says and you seem caught off guard, "I-", you stop, shrugging not sure how to continue. "They are". he finishes for you, smiling proudly at you.

Suddenly the loud whistle from the train sounds off around the station, acting as the first warning for its departure. "Well, I guess I should get going," you say moving to lift up your bag once more. Haechan nods at you, "Don't forget to write me," he points, making sure you remember your promise to keep in touch over break. You nod but look slightly confused, "Yeah, I just," you sigh, "The owl will know where to bring the letter?" The Slytherin boy laughs at you, "Yes, my owl. She'll take our letters back and forth". Yet you still look confused, "But how will she know when I'm ready to send a letter? Or how does she know where to go? Will it work in the muggle world?" Haechan's heart pinches at the thought that this is your first time sending or receiving letters over your six years at the school but he tries not to dwell on it, happy he can be the first. He leans over and pokes his finger into your forehead, "You can literally turn into a deer and you're worried about receiving a letter?"

You blush, laughing at the realization, "I guess you're right". The whistle blows once more and you smile at him with a sigh, "Okay, I'll leave now". He raises his eyebrows at you as you turn to leave. Only a second later you turn back around with a confused look on your face, "Actually, I don't even know your address, and how will I summon your owl when I'm ready?" You genuinely look stressed.

Haechan shakes his head as you continue to ramble, "Maybe you should send the first letter, that way I know what to do. But will I have to respond within a certain time if your owl is waiting for me?" You look up at him with your doe eyes and he lets out a sign. Much to your surprise and shock, and honestly his as well, Haechan leans forward and places his lips gently on the corner of your mouth. Not quite touching your lips, but close enough to have your eyes widen and face burn.

He pulls away with a smile, moving his hand to run down your arm and give your hand a squeeze when he reaches it. "Don't worry, okay? I'll send the first letter and in it I'll explain everything you have to do to reply". He gives you a reassuring nod, and you nod back as you take in his words. You gulp, taking in a breath and silently thanking yourself for containing any transformations despite the shock of his peck. You give him a smile, rushing forward to embrace him in a hug, surprising you both. "Thank you for everything Haechan," you say in his ear, "For everything you've done for me the past semester. I don't know where I would be without you. Thank you for being understanding and supportive. And thank you for being my first friend here in this new world".

Haechan gulps at your speech, reaching around you to pull you tighter into him. "You're amazing," he says your name softly, "I just want to help you realize that". Upon hearing the train once again, you squeeze him tighter before letting go, knowing you were running out of time. You send him another smile, "I look forward to you letter".

The Slytherin boy watches with a smile as you turn around, nearly jogging to make in onto the train. It's been a crazy semester for him at Hogwarts and despite how hard it was, he wouldn't trade it for the world. It was a difficult couple of months, not realizing what the deep secret he revealed would spiral into, not realizing what it would gain him.

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aechii · 2 years

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within me.

for jeno ;; angst fic

he believes letting you go is impossible, for you two are one.

"you drive me crazy, you know?"

you turn your head to face him, "i do?"

he nods, "yeah. so, so much."

you smile, and he revels in it, from head to toe. he claimed it was the first thing that tipped him over, made him fall heart first into a pit of drenching love. it was glimmering, in its own way, a sight to see and a sight to blind those who see.

it was a trap within itself, a siren's beautiful, gorgeous grin.

"why do you still love me, jeno?"

he continues picking at the grass, grabbing and tugging before the force of the rip sends his hand flying back. it falls limply in his lap, then he turns and looks at you, eyes brimming with tears and lips stretched in a close-lipped smile.

such a pretty, pretty boy.

"i don't know, y/n. i really don't know."

you take his cold hands in yours, "that's the journey, love. you don't have to know, until you can't know because you've finally let me go."

he shakes his head, "no, no."

silence engulfs his throat, and his mind frantically tries to form an excuse, "maybe you're within me, tied to every inch of my soul for eternity. i try to forget about you and move on but... but i just can't."

your ghosting touch cups his cheek, it feels so real, so alive. he thinks he can feel the warmth of skin, the gentle throbbing as blood surges through arteries and veins.

"it's going to be okay, jeno. i will be with you everyday, every second until the red string that ties your heart to mine dwindles and you don't feel me anymore."

his attention is elsewhere again, eyes a milky silver as they reflect the moonlight. he gazes above and below, switching constantly: confliction, or maybe confusion. yet you feel the pain and the anger, the aroma is pungent and saturated. it was almost intoxicating.

"you're with me forever, y/n."

he turns to look at you once again, but the grass beside him is bare and empty.

it hurts so fucking much.

a straying hand rakes the dirt, gathering soil beneath his nails before his rests his back upon the earth: the blood of unrest cries and he hears.

"forever and always."

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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Dirty Love | Jeno

Captain Jeno x Reader, university!au Word count: 6106 Genre: smut, kinda crack, fluff if you squeeze it. Warning: Mentions of hickeys and explicit sex, oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering, reader likes spicy things and slept with Sungchan, second hand embarrassment. MINORS DON’T INTERACT this is a +18 story! Author: Maari Note: Inspired by the lyrics of dirty love by cher lloyd. I thought it would be a good idea to combine these two requests and I must say I don't know what is happening to me when I write smut lol Requests: Can i request for fuckboy jeno and fuckgirl yn who have nvr slept w eo and finally do + can i request for uni ice hockey captain jeno x reader fluff and maybe abit of smut

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Y/N had just closed the door in complete silence while holding her bag and jacket in one hand, she was trying hard not to make any noise. A single noise would make Sungchan wake up and that would make her give explanations, everything she wanted to avoid in the morning.

The night before had been good, so why complicate it with the morning after?

She was about to turn the aisle when someone passed her and something hard hit her thigh bare by her short dress.

"Ouch!" she complained a little loudly and that made the person stop, revealing himself to be the captain of the hockey team carrying his heavy training bag.

Y/N knew that the entire structure of the team's uniform should be heavy but she didn't know it was that much.

She looked at the boy, his blue hair was darker because it was wet and falling in his eyes. He wore baggy clothes, a red sweatshirt and a white jacket over it, jeans and boots.

There was definitely no other university that had an ice hockey team full of handsome athletes like theirs. And no other team captain was like Jeno.

"I'm sorry." he said, moving the bag away from Y/N who was caressing her own skin to try to ease the pain, she looked away so it wouldn't seem so obvious that she was staring at the boy for too long. "I didn’t see you."

Yeah, clearly.

“Alright, Lee. I didn't see you either." she stood up straight again and noticed that Jeno was looking at her legs. “That uniform of yours is heavy, huh?”

Jeno laughed, scratching the back of his head and looking up to Y/N's face, his eyes practically disappeared.

“Actually, it's not mine. It’s from Sungchan.” he nodded towards his roommate's door and Y/N raised her eyebrows in understanding. "Is he awake yet?"

She understood what was behind the question, Jeno wasn't stupid, he had seen her carry her things silently so as not to wake up his colleague so he subtly questioned if she had spoken to Sungchan before leaving.

Which hadn't been the case. It was just one night, it wasn't going to happen again, she wasn't going back to the athlete’s fraternity, at least not to spend the night with one of the defenders.

"No." she shrugged. "I have to go, you know, I have an assignment to do."

It was a lie, all the tasks had already been handed over to the teachers. She just didn't want to sound so cold and heartless.

Jeno smiled slightly and Y/N returned it, staring at the boy for a while longer. She didn't want to hit on Sungchan's roommate in front of his bedroom door, but Jeno was so irresistible…

She shook her head to clear any and all thoughts that might start to appear about Jeno and started to retrace her initial path.

“See you, 23.” she said goodbye, smirking, already with her back to him and lost the way Jeno stared at her.

"See ya!"

[...]

“Sungchan can't stop looking this way.” Y/N's friend hummed, making her take her eyes off her phone screen and face the team that was training a little further ahead.

Noticing that what her friend said was true, but the tall boy looked away at once.

"I hope he's not thinking I came to watch him training." Y/N replied, looking back at her phone.

“And you didn’t?” the friend questioned and Y/N looked at her again, this time seriously.

"You know how it works for me."

Anyone at the university knew. She wasn't one to repeat the night.

"I know I know. Not involving feelings.” the friend rolled her eyes. "But I think you're wrong!" she tapped Y/N’s leg, which quickly retracted.

"Ouch!" she complained, earning a strange look from her friend. “It hurts.”

The friend then looked at Y/N's bare thigh, who was wearing black shorts that didn't cover the bruise that was on her skin, right where Jeno's bag had hit her hard.

"Where did you get that?" her friend's raised eyebrow made Y/N look at the team again, her gaze hovering over Jeno who was practically flying across the ice at a speed that was hard to keep up with, "What? Jeno?"

Y/N looked at her friend and saw that the shock was because the interpretation had been the complete opposite of reality, so she decided to explain herself.

“That's not exactly what you're thinking, okay? I bumped into him 2 days ago when I was leaving Sungchan's room and he ended up hitting the training bag with the uniform on my thigh."

Anyone who knew Y/N would know how absurd that story would be to justify a bruise on her body, which is why her friend looked at her suspiciously.

Hickeys, marks… all of these were normal for Y/N's love life, or lack thereof.

"What? I didn't sleep with Jeno.” Y/N admitted in disbelief.

Although it wasn't such a bad idea.

The friend looked at her more firmly, as if she wanted to read beyond what she said.

"But you want!"

"What?" Y/N shook her head, looking confused at her friend. "That’s not the point."

“You didn't immediately deny it. Any guy you don't even consider the possibility of sleeping together, you immediately deny it.”

Y/N blinked a few times trying to find the words but being caught off guard, her mouth just opened and closed as she turned back to face Jeno, who was now talking to Mark.

Okay, was Jeno hot? Hell yeah.

No single girl on campus would say no to him unless she was crazy. But there was just a problem.

"He's too nice for me." Y/N replied, watching him bend down to fix something on Mark's skates. “I only meet nice, predictable guys with practically a halo on their heads.” she complained. "I want more than that."

"What? Are you kidding me?" the friend laughed, catching Y/N's attention who turned to face her. “Jeno has slept with half the students in the medical building.”

"Him and the whole hockey team." Y/N rolled her eyes and her friend crossed her arms. "Well, except Winwin, but he's your boyfriend so he's not on the list."

“You think Jeno is too nice, really?” Y/N nodded.

"He's always so polite, so kind." she complained.

"I didn't know you were looking for Tarzan, Miss Jane." the friend mocked and the two heard that the training was over.

“Maybe I am!” Y/N shrugged and got up along with her friend who was now seeing her boyfriend approaching.

"You still haven't denied it." the friend remembered and Y/N didn't have time to retort as the team left the ice rink right where they were sitting.

Winwin left first, taking off his skates after taking off his gloves to kiss his girlfriend next, Y/N stood still looking for anywhere else to look beyond the romantic scene in front of her and ended up meeting Jeno's eyes as he was behind Winwin.

Jeno smiled at her as he took off his gloves and Y/N looked him up and down, no one matched the orange and blue uniform more than he did, but then she remembered how heavy the structure was and how hard it must have been to play with that squeezing you.

Well, she knew Jeno was strong but all her sinful mind could imagine was his wide hands squeezing her waist as he devoured her lips.

The rink had the lowest temperature because of the ice, even though the glasses were inhibited it was much milder than the temperature outside since it was in the middle of summer, but the ice wasn’t enough to stop the fire that up her legs and Y/N thought it best to stop imagining what Jeno would be like if he was rough.

However, as she came out of her daydreams, noticed that Jeno was staring at the bruise on her leg with a serious face.

Haechan yelled something in the middle of the ring and Jeno blinked a few times, looking up to meet Y/N's, she felt a shiver to see that his eyes weren't as kind as before.

It had something about them and she understood what it was, lust. Pure and simple.

[...]

Y/N cursed herself internally as she was dragged by some friends down the hallway of the sports building.

She promised herself that she would never drink again or bet with her peers.

Not that it would make any difference now, the headache from the binge she'd had last night was still there along with the massive remorse for having accepted something so stupid.

“You know if I get caught, I could get kicked out of the university, right?” she tried to reason with her colleagues but they just laughed.

"You're the one who said if you lost at strip poker, you'd be in the men's locker room for 5 minutes." Jaehyun remembered.

"I was drunk!" she said and he just laughed once more, stopping in front of the door.

“Just like everyone else here.” he pointed at his friends behind and she twisted her mouth. Out of arguments.

"You should have stopped me, like the good friend you are."

"I wanted to see if you had the courage." Jaehyun raised his eyebrow and Y/N slowly turned around to face him. “But if you want to give up-”

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, offended.

"No! You can mark it on your watch.” she took out her bag and handed it to Jaehyun who took it. “Let me know when the 5 minutes are up.”

Y/N took a deep breath before entering, it was the end of the day so most of the practices were over, hockey being the last one. The locker room was silent and she was grateful for that, the five minutes would pass quickly and she would be out of there soon.

But the dark and quiet place started to bother her, she made the commitment to herself that was serious when promised that she wouldn't drink anymore, couldn't go through any other embarrassing situation anymore, that had been enough.

She sat on the benches in the center of the huge locker room and surveyed the place without much enthusiasm.

“What are we doing here?” Y/N widened her eyes when heard Jaehyun's voice and got up from the benches feeling her heart go to her mouth and her blood running cold. “Actually, we are already on our way out. And you?"

"We were training a little more, we're going to take a shower" she recognized Haechan's voice and panicked.

Take a shower now???

Y/N looked at the showers and when the locker room light came on, she ran to the last block, ducking into the back so no one would see her.

Seriously, it wasn't possible!

“Gee, I'm exhausted. I don't know why you invented this training between forwards at the last minute. And only with me.” Haechan complained and Y/N blinked several times, trying to understand what he had said.

Forwards?

That meant…

"Because I'm the team captain."

Jeno was there too?!

Y/N brought her hand to her mouth to prevent any sound of frustration or anything like that from coming out of her mouth.

“Show-off!”

Y/N kept silent, although she thought the fact that her heart beat so fast could be heard by the athletes, she just paid attention to the sounds.

When she heard the shower, she wanted a hole to suck her in at that moment. This wasn’t happening to her!

She overheard the two of them talking about the party Yangyang was having at the fraternity in a few days and Jeno complained about how even at the beginning of the tournament they wouldn't have a break from unnecessary parties, but it was time for the shower to turn off.

A few more conversations and noises made Y/N realize that Haechan had already finished, she almost sighed in relief but saw a shadow approaching the block where she was, getting back on alert.

"Make sure you don't come back late." Haechan spoke a little louder, the voice a little farther from the room and Y/N saw Jeno's hand approach the pressure gauge and turn on the shower.

She cringed even more, trying to escape the water, in vain.

"Okay, mom." Jeno replied wryly.

Y/N widened her eyes as she saw Jeno's shadow take off the clothes he was still wearing, she practically merged with the wall and was now soaking wet.

She no longer knew what to think or what she could do to make the situation less awkward, so all she did when saw Jeno approaching was close her eyes and wait for the boy to scream.

But that didn’t happen.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" hearing his laugh, Y/N instantly opened her eyes and turned her head to face him.

Well, in that short moment she'd forgotten about the small detail that he was undressed about to take a shower. Right in front of her.

Y/N was willing to look at his face but something else caught her attention and not even her hand that was holding her mouth could contain her shock, the hand moved away from her face almost of its own accord and she was speechless while watched Jeno's body.

The mouth she opened and closed without making a single sound was all she could manage.

She knew he was defined, he was an athlete after all, she just didn't expect him to be…big. In all senses.

Her wet hair started to cover her vision and she pushed it back still unblinking and looking at Jeno.

She couldn't turn her attention to anything else even though she was completely hot inside from sheer shame.

"Y/N!"

She shook her head and with much effort lifted her gaze to Jeno's face, he had a sly smile.

"Huh?"

"Am I disturbing?" he put his hands on his hips and the movement made Y/N look back at the region.

She didn't want to look perverted but God, what a man he was.

"N-No!" she replied loudly, all nervousness being exposed and she stood up, feeling her legs ache.

"Are you going to tell me why you're in the men's locker room playing hide and seek?"

Oh sure, the bet. She had forgotten.

"It's just…" why the hell couldn't she take her eyes off his hips??? "Ask Jaehyun."

She closed her eyes for a minute, biting her lip, feeling really stupid and when she opened her eyes again, Jeno's smile made her shy.

She, shy, was being too much for her to handle.

"Ok." Jeno shook his head and then shrugged. "Are you going to take a shower too?"

Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head nonstop.

"No! I'm leaving." she spoke desperately and got out of there as quickly as possible. "Sorry!"

"Not for this."

Y/N turned to face Jeno one last time but all she saw was the boy taking her place, her eyes dropped from his shoulders to his ass and she bit her lip again as thoughts not at all pure took over of your mind.

But the shame she felt was much greater than the sudden desire for Jeno so all she did was run away, still hearing the boy laugh behind her.

Y/N stopped outside the locker room, leaning against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. At least the hallway was empty.

She was completely wet, and it wasn't just from the water.

[...]

“I love you, but honestly, did you have to bring me to this party?” Y/N complained as walked through the athlete's fraternity door.

It was Yangyang's party and the place was full, nothing new since the defender was extremely popular and mixed in all the groups on campus, but for Y/N to go there after seeing Jeno naked was embarrassing to say the least.

She hoped she could hide away somewhere until her friend was too busy with Winwin to remember her existence and run away.

"What? You're ashamed?" the friend laughed amusedly and pinched Y/N's cheek, who tried to get away.

"It's not funny!"

“Oh sorry, Y/N, but it is!” the friend continued to laugh as they walked through the fraternity.

Several people were already drinking even though the party had just started but Y/N ignored all the glasses and bottles, wouldn't put a sip of alcohol in her mouth. From now on, she'd be sober, so maybe she'd have control over the shit she was doing.

"Well, I didn't think he would react like that." she replied the friend and the two stopped near the stairs, the friend looking for Winwin.

"I tried to warn you that Jeno wasn't as nice as you thought."

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, she couldn't argue with her friend. She was right.

The fact that her friend was laughing the way Y/N arrived at the dorm, wet and with her mouth so open, became irrelevant when she told Y/N some things Jeno had done that she didn't know until then.

Scandals like him getting caught under the gym bleachers having sex with a law school senior, Winwin seeing him fingering a newbie between the psychology book session at the library.

Things Y/N didn't even imagine Jeno was capable of doing because she was too busy with who she slept with.

However, hearing from her friend that some colleagues commented on how rough Jeno was in bed had awakened the side of her imagination that she had been trying to put to sleep since the day she saw Jeno staring at the bruise he had accidentally caused.

She couldn't connect that image with what she saw of him, the polite smile, the flushed cheeks when someone complimented him. He looked so…innocent.

Well, of course the fact that she wasn't up to catch on university gossip had helped create this version of Jeno, the super nice version.

“Oh, hi Jeno.” Y/N's friend spoke loudly and waved her hand behind Y/N, who widened her eyes and felt her heart suddenly speed up, she didn't think to do anything but run away without looking back.

She went quickly to the kitchen as felt a heat rise from her neck to her entire face. The kitchen wasn’t as crowded as the living room and she leaned against the fridge, placing her hand on her chest to calm her heart and she closed her eyes, feeling wobbly legs.

With her breath recovered, she opened her eyes and kept leaning against the fridge, the feeling of being safe filling her.

“Hi Y/N.” she screamed when heard Jeno's voice so close and looked to the side, seeing the boy holding a beer jump back at her scream.

He was confused and she was even more so.

"You weren't..." she pointed to the door, trying to understand how suddenly he was there beside her, blinking a few times until she remembered her friend.

Oh of course!

It felt like the entire universe was making fun of her.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Jeno admitted and she laughed, perplexed.

"It wasn’t your fault." technically, it was.

Mainly because he was irresistible. If Jeno were ugly it would be a lot easier to control her hormones.

Y/N looked ahead, disbelieving herself. She wasn't that impulsive or overly thoughtful, she didn't tend to get attached to things that shouldn't be big.

Like, if she was in her normal self, she wouldn't feel shy about being around Jeno after what happened in the locker room but she was.

She could feel the tension between her fingers, she even wanted to say something to end that awkward atmosphere but she didn't know what to say.

That his ass was really pretty? No, out of the question.

"No need to be embarrassed around me." Jeno spoke first and she looked at him instantly, his face was calm and she could look better since his hair didn't cover his forehead like the other times. "I'd say we're almost even."

"What?"

“You saw me naked that day and I heard you moan that night with Sungchan.”

Y/N's eyes widened and Jeno drank the rest of his beer in one gulp, putting the bottle on top of the fridge, looking back at her.

"You heard?" she stuttered and wanted to beat herself up for it.

"His bedroom wall is next to mine sooo." Jeno shrugged and she wanted a hole to open up in the floor, suck her in until she was 70.

Y/N scratched her head, not knowing what to say and looked away.

All of her femme fatale image that she'd created over the last year had dissolved and it was all Jeno's fault.

“I just thought it was a waste.” Lost in thought, Y/N didn't notice that Jeno moved a little closer to her, his chest almost touching her shoulder.

She only noticed when turned to face him, his face was serious and his eyes fixed on her.

"A waste?"

"Someone with a mouth like yours" Jeno brought his fingers to Y/N's chin and lifted her face, bringing his own closer. She could feel his breath against hers. “can moan much louder.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling her legs tremble and she realized that Jeno would do damage with words alone, but she raised an eyebrow defiantly.

She wouldn't let herself be beaten by so little.

"Why? Are you going to call me to see the trophies in your room?” She questioned, bringing her face even closer to Jeno and their lips were inches away.

"I'll show you the biggest one." he replied with conviction and Y/N ran her tongue over her dry lips, making Jeno watch the movement carefully.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she smiled knowingly and nodded.

Jeno reciprocated and took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen with him in justifiable haste. Y/N didn't care, in fact she kept pace with him up the stairs because she was just as anxious as he, she almost pulled him by the white sweatshirt he wore for a warm kiss in the middle of the hallway.

Jeno pulled her into the room and released her hand to lock the door, she smiled mischievously taking a few steps back.

“Why are you going to lock it?” she put her hands in the back pockets of the dark jeans she was wearing and Jeno turned to face her.

Jeno questioned with a look and all Y/N replied was a raised eyebrow, he got the message and left the door the way it was, approaching with long and slow steps, this only made Y/N watch him from bottom to top.

He wore white sneakers, neon orange baggy pants, the white sweatshirt and some necklaces. But it was Jeno's face that Y/N spent the most time analyzing, the blue hair was now a little faded and pulled back. She had a wide view of the eyes that stared at her deeply.

When Jeno was close enough to her, Y/N's eyes fell on Jeno's full pink lips, there was no denying that she was mesmerized but he didn't look too different from her.

It was time for Y/N to take a deep breath, feeling butterflies in her stomach, and Jeno advanced on her, pulling her by the back of her neck until their lips met for the first time that night. It was a strong and shocking impact, like lightning cutting through the sky, she grabbed Jeno's sweatshirt to keep her balance as her legs were weak as his lips moved against hers in a thirsty way. The two were in a hurry and the first kiss they would share that night wouldn't be the least bit slow, no, the desire they felt for each other didn't allow the moment to become sweet, it was almost animal.

When their tongues met, Y/N sighed and pulled Jeno's body against hers feeling like his pants were actually thin fabric and all that kept her from feeling the texture of his skin was that idiot piece of clothing.

A little desperate, she started to walk backwards and Jeno's other hand grabbed her waist and led her to the bed, Y/N's knees bumped against the material and she let her body fall back against the mattress breaking the kiss. Jeno lay down on top of her and Y/N took her hands to quickly remove his necklaces, throwing them across the bedroom floor.

"This will have to get out of the way." she informed him, making him chuckle lightly.

Jeno ran his tongue over her red lips and nodded before starting to kiss her neck, Y/N just closed her eyes and took her hand to his hair, tangling the strands between her fingers and pulling them when his tongue found her skin.

She didn't want to moan so soon but it was hard to contain the sound as Jeno dragged his teeth against her neck, so she just tilted her head to the side and gave him full access so he could continue to devour her skin.

“I hear you like marks.” he speaks softly next to her ear, which shivers. "Let's see how many you can handle tonight."

When she thought to speak, Jeno sucked the skin of her neck and her legs shook, the breath failed and another moan escaped, she only had the strength to grab his hair once more.

She didn't want to open her eyes, just feel what he was providing, but when she felt him pull away, she did so suddenly. To meet Jeno's eyes covered in lust and his fingers went to the hem of the blouse she was wearing, his cold fingers touched the skin of her belly lightly and he began to remove her blouse in incomprehensible calm.

Jeno moved, lowering his head to kiss every inch of skin he exposed as he took off her blouse and Y/N helped him completely, he held both sides of her waist and distributed kisses all over the region while she, already without strength, threw her blouse in some corner anyway.

Her fingers found Jeno's hair again and she continued gripping the strands as he seemed to delight in her skin. Every time his tongue found her red-hot skin, every suck and bite was having an immediate reaction in Y/N's below the belly, which was starting to get wet.

She was surprised at her own body but the devotion with which Jeno enjoyed every inch of her exposed skin was making all the arousal she felt speed up.

But she didn't want to be left behind, so opened her eyes and brought her fingers to his shoulders, gripping the sweatshirt tightly and pulling it up, indicating to Jeno what she wanted to do.

He lifted the torso, stopping the kisses, and let Y/N take off, she did it with some haste and the white shirt he was wearing underneath came out with it. She saw him smile widely when the torso was exposed.

Y/N threw the clothes away and brought her fingers to caress Jeno's skin, now she could worship every bit of his chest and noticed what hockey did to Jeno's body that was always covered in baggy clothes, she hadn't had the opportunity to analyze the boy's defined abs, because on the day of the bet her attention was on something else.

But now she not only could, she would.

Jeno wasn't overly muscular, but his broad shoulders stirred up Y/N in a way she'd never felt before. She ran her fingers over his collarbone and met his stiff shoulders, squeezing the spot and he grunted.

Wasting no more time, Jeno approached to initiate a new, more coveted kiss and she took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist, bringing him much closer. The thin fabric of Jeno's pants made Y/N feel in the heat of her desire that he was just as excited as she was, it made her bite his bottom lip and pull it to her as he growled once more.

“How long are you going to be teasing?” she asked as they moved away and heard Jeno laugh.

"Until I make you scream." he replied and moved his hips against hers, making her take a deep breath as she felt his arousal.

Jeno brought his hand up to Y/N's shin and pulled her leg away, ready to complain Jeno shut her up as he brought his fingers to the button on her pants, making her take off the sneakers she was wearing awkwardly. Y/N smirked as he lowered the zipper, his finger was so close to where she needed it, just a little down…

Jeno took off her pants in one movement and placed his hands on each of her thighs, spreading them apart so he had a full view, especially her wet panties.

"You will undo that little smile very soon." he warned and Y/N felt every muscle in her thigh quiver as Jeno lowered his head, predicting that he would pay attention to her wet spot, he antagonized her and brought his lips to her right thigh.

Y/N already felt like she was close to seeing stars and he hadn't even touched her the way she craved, Jeno's wet lips took care of her skin once more and so close to her panties, but he didn't give in to the temptation.

He bit and sucked and kissed her thigh until he was satisfied, then turned his attention to her other thigh. Jeno immediately went to the spot that had the bruise he had accidentally left on her skin and from what Y/N was feeling, because she didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open, he was bent on leaving another bruise there. Only this time, very well aware of it.

The weak legs, the heavy breathing and the fact that Jeno was with his tongue so close to where she wanted the most, made her moan louder, only in complaint.

She needed him, urgently.

"Jeno." She pleaded, opening her eyes slowly and without force. "Please."

She saw him lift his head, an expression of false innocence that made her panties even wetter.

"Please what?" he placed a kiss near her panties and Y/N felt her stomach squeak.

"Don't torture me anymore."

He stared at her a little longer and smirked.

"Hmm I don't think so."

"I'm serious, can you just-" Jeno interrupted her, bringing his finger down to Y/N's soaked panties and she groaned. "My God."

She didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open, but the sight of Jeno staring at the way his finger touched her was just too pleasurable.

Feeling wetter and wetter and her heart pounding against the ribs, he pushed her panties to the side and his finger found the place where she needed him most, pulsing for him.

She bit her lip to hold back the moans but Jeno was willing to make her lose all the super self control she had, so he took two fingers to get inside her and that's where Y/N got lost.

Closing her eyes, she began to moan more and more as he touched her deliciously. She felt her insides squeezing his finger and it made her even wetter, the famous sensation formed in her belly and she was already wriggling her toes ready to surrender to the pleasure when Jeno stopped.

When she felt him take his finger off her, Y/N opened her eyes in shock and confusion.

But she was almost there...

"What…?"

She couldn't even ask properly and saw Jeno bring his fingers to his mouth and suck.

If she hadn't been so weak, she would have pulled him into her right away.

Jeno kicked off his shoes anyway and his pants too, then took off Y/N's panties and she just felt anxiety take over her body before he brought his mouth down to her pulsing flesh.

The frustration she'd felt at having almost reached her climax had been replaced by more desire, she just gave herself to Jeno and grabbed his hair once more as he devoured her like a hungry animal.

This was what she wanted, no manners or finesse. She wanted a caveman who would make her feel drunk with pleasure, who would not only make her see the stars but take her to paradise.

A dirty love, she didn't want to be treated like a lady. Because the way he ate her and made her moan, said just that.

When she was about to reach her climax, Jeno didn't stop and her vision started to blur and she couldn't contain the scream that came from the back of her throat as gave her all to him.

Y/N took a breath and felt her lungs hurt but she was smiling drunk, still not opening her eyes and weak, Jeno moved away and she only heard a few noises until she recognized one of a package being opened.

When she had the strength to open her eyes, Jeno had already put on the condom and approached her again, she called him with her finger and he smiled full of lust. Y/N rested her hands on his shoulders as Jeno adjusted to enter her as she wanted so badly. He took a hand up to her thigh and brought it up to his waist, making her hug his hip with her leg as he stared at her intensely and Y/N was lost in Jeno's dark iris, he went deep in one go. Y/N cried because she was sensitive and because he filled her in such a delicious way, feeling her insides tighten Jeno, it was his turn to moan and she leaned their foreheads together, closing her eyes as he started to move.

The first few thrusts were light and Y/N searched for his lower lip with her teeth, biting and making him squeak.

"No, I want everything from you." she spoke softly, opening her eyes and saw Jeno frowning, it was clear he was holding back but that wasn't what she wanted. “Look at me, Jeno.” he obeyed and Y/N felt her whole body tingle. “Be rough to me, I'm not a china doll. Don't be nice, don’t hold back.”

Y/N saw a different glint in Jeno's eyes and he didn't say anything, he nodded, thrusting deep and hard into her.

Y/N groaned while smiling and encouraged him to continue the way she wanted, he did. Each thrust, each movement deeper in a wild rhythm. She asked for more and he delivered.

She moaned and he squeezed the fingers that held her waist.

She would squeeze him from the inside and he would say dirty things close to her ear.

Y/N scratched Jeno's back feeling the apex close by and he groaned softly, his fingers left her waist to grip the headboard and he continued thrusting until she screamed once more under him and called his name nonstop while she fell apart.

Jeno didn't take long to reach his apex and soon his body weight fell on Y/N's, he took a deep breath before getting out of her and out of the bed to discard the condom in the bedroom trash.

Y/N lay there trying to catch her breath, lying on the bed admiring him, feeling completely addicted to Jeno and when he got back into bed, lying next to her, Y/N turned to him, her eyes tired with a big smile.

Jeno also looked at her with a smile, a little more restrained, and unable to control himself he brought his hand to her cheek and approached her to give her a soft kiss on the lips, catching her off guard.

She reciprocated, feeling her stomach turn even with such a simple kiss.

When they pulled away, Jeno caressed her cheek.

"Was I a caveman enough for you?"

She laughed in agreement.

"But I haven't had enough of you." she admitted and Jeno smiled.

“We can change that, then.”

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a lesson on style - i . [ ljn | njm ]

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv., pt. v, pt. vi

pairing: jeno x fem!reader, jaemin x fem!reader verse: high school au { jocks!nomin ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius renjun } rating: M chapter warnings: none word count: 6.1k

author’s note: this is actually an old exo cast fic of mine from my old blog that i had to put on hiatus (alongside myself, actually), for many, many terrible moons (see : 3 years, for a master’s diploma that is simply collecting dust), but upon re-reading it, i thought that it would be a pretty good fit for a dreamie cast instead!! i’ve been thinking about branching out and writing for different groups for a while now, and as a slow return to writing, i’ll be posting the edited already written chapters up slowly so i can also write ahead! for anyone who might have found this blog and recognizes this fic, welcome back! i hope you still enjoy it! for people who’ve encountered it for the first time, i also hope you enjoy it! :) this is unbeta’d (even after all this time pls), so please do point out any errors i might have missed while editing!

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There are three things you had intended for your very average, simple, girl-next-door life:

1. Graduate high school with an average GPA, a diploma and a sigh of relief, without any type of valedictorian honors or the requirement to make a teary/educational/sentimental/hopeful speech about the past/present/future.

2. Get a desk job as the vice-vice-vice senior-vice president of an average paying company, pushing papers and typing numbers you don’t fully understand into a pirated version of Microsoft Excel 2000 to be able to pay your not very steep rent and eat take-out every other night.

3. Get married to an average-looking guy either named Jaehwan or Minhyuk, and have children that, like you, will have no particular special talents and will also live their lives as the average people that basically exist to make glamorous people appear more fabulous.

The back up plan is to stay single and have a very lazy, fat cat that eats more than you do.

There were three things you did not intend for your very average, simple, girl-next-door life, though:

1. Break your leg trying to do a somersault you can’t, even at gunpoint, imagine why you would agree to doing in the middle of the last pep rally of the season as – get this – a cheerleader.

2. Be asked to the homecoming dance by not one, but two very popular, very good-looking jocks who both, for some odd reason, manage to actually talk to you without either yawning or simply walking away while shaking their head.

3. Be asked to professionally join a teen-to-adult entertainment agency, after a 24-minute long supposedly private amateur sex tape starring you is leaked onto the internet and goes viral around the entire cyberspace.

In other words, your younger brothers have seen you naked. Online.

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“_____________, I just don’t understand why you like him so much.”

Some people might think you’re an optimist. Others might brand you an idealist. The least kind label would be absolutely deluded.

It doesn’t matter to you, though — you, knowing exactly what Lee Jeno looks like. Wasn’t that knowledge already a good enough reason in itself for you to spend a very creepy, alarming amount of time wishing, just wishing, he would walk over and say hey?

And it’s not just that he’s so chiseled and his face is perfect and his lips are so kissable. It’s not that he’s got an amazing body, and is tall and muscular but lean at the same time.

It’s his eyes.

They’re like, god. Great pools of molten chocolate with just the slightest hint of swirled creamer and – ugh. Behind those eyes, you’re sure there’s a sweet, sensitive man who’s looking for the right kind of girl. His soulmate, if you’re feeling a little more like a hopeless romantic today. You sincerely, genuinely, desperately hope you’re that girl.

Yeah, it’s weird. You’re in high school. Your hormones are probably kind of raging.

“Like, he’s just some dumb, boneheaded jock,” comes the continuation from beside you. You roll your eyes in response, but say nothing to contribute out of a desire to simply not. “And that’s all he’ll ever be. He’s failing nearly everything, except physical education. Why can’t you have a semi-obsessive crush on someone who might actually have a future?”

“For your information, Huang Renjun,” You snap, turning to your best friend. You’re seated in the cafeteria, supposedly enjoying a simple lunch meal. That was, of course, until you had realized you were three tables behind where Lee Jeno and his best friend, Na Jaemin were seated, also enjoying their lunches in some very cool, very manly sort of silence. So you’d looked, and let out a long sigh.

It was just a sigh, for the love of God. It’s not like you had run over and fallen to your knees in front of him. And yet Renjun had just put down his triangle gimbap, shook his head, and asked you why you had chosen, out of the thousands of perfectly acceptable (in his opinion) people in the student body, Lee Jeno to give you unreciprocated affections to.

And your response had been, and will always be: just look at him and tell me –- why the hell not?

“Jeno isn’t what you so assume as a boneheaded jock. He’s a classy, athletic student who just… happens to care more about sports than the mundane task of having to read a textbook for hours on end,” you shrug. That had come out more articulately than you’d imagined, which shocks Renjun as much as it actually surprises you — something that you notice with a twinge of belligerence after his eyes widen. “He’s probably going to get himself a top notch varsity scholarship.”

“Yeah, if he can even graduate,” Renjun shoots back contemptuously. “And even then, what’s a varsity scholarship going to get him? Do you know the amount of people who actually get into professional athleticism? He’s probably just going to end up a janitor or something.”

“Don’t you dare,” you growl.

“Come on, __________, the guy is a douche! Why do you have to pick him of all people?”

“He’s not a douche! And for your information, Jeno isn’t failing. He’s gotten a good number of D’s.”

“Yeah, I bet his teachers have gotten a load of D’s too,” Renjun replies snidely.

“Hey, not everyone can be a star student, Huang Renjun-nim with all the straight-A’s to brag about,” you sniff. “And Jeno’s not like that. He’s a gentleman.”

“Uh huh,” he said, sounding supremely unconvinced.

“Why do you hate him so much? He’s not really a bully. And he’s not done anything to you.”

“I don’t hate him him, I hate that you like him.”

You shake your head. As if that had made it clearer. “What’s not to like? He’s funny, athletic, sweet —”

“I’m sure you know all that because you spend so much time with him.” Renjun sighs. “Why can’t you just like someone else? Why can’t you moon over, I don’t know – Mark Lee, the very smart, also very athletic and very active student body president? Or Donghyuck, the physics lab assistant who, though not particularly into sports, has one of the highest GPAs around here? Or – I don’t know, someone like me?”

“Like what?” you say, distracted – Jeno had just stood up along with Jaemin, and had begun to clear their table, piling their trash onto their trays.

“Like – you know — you know – just —“

“He’s coming this way,” you hiss, effectively cutting Renjun off. Even though he doesn’t like it, he’s forced to turn away with you, even though he hadn’t really gotten a good look and wasn’t exactly trying to hide his presence from Jeno to begin with.

“So what?” He whispers before suddenly realizing he doesn’t know why he’s even keeping his voice down. “Are you going to offer to throw his stuff for him now? Is this what we’ve come to?”

“No, I want to leave.”

“What?” Renjun looks at you, then at his unfinished triangle gimbap, then at you again. “Why?”

“Because — I don’t want him to see me like this ��“ you also whisper, starting to get up. Renjun, however, holds your arm, visibly confused and no small amounts annoyed.

“See you like what? So he’s coming, and now we have to leave?”

“I just – I don’t want – I just – can we please just go?” you beg weakly, watching them approach from the corner of your eye.

“No, there’s absolutely no reason as to why you have to leave just because he’s coming here,” he says stubbornly.

“Let go of my arm, please-“

“Just sit down, ____________.”

“No, I can’t, I don’t want to make eye contact with him — I don’t even want him to really see me right now—"

“Who said you have to make eye contact with him, anyway? Just eat your food.”

“Let’s just go —” You yank your arm back violently — just in time too, as Jeno and Jaemin pass by your table, trays in hand.

It happens all at once: your chair falls over as you shoot upward from the force of pull, and you reel back as Renjun lets out a surprised yelp. You don’t go far — just enough to make an impact on the person behind you with your forearm and elbow.

That person being, of course, Lee Jeno’s best friend, whose can of soda was just by the edge of his tray – an edge it fell off of the moment you collide with his arm.

You hear three things after that, all close to being simultaneous with one another:

One, a very loud Oh, shit! from the guy behind you, who you had just bumped.

Two, a chair scraping as your best friend stands up from his seat, eyes wide in horror.

And, three, a bloodcurdling shriek from your own mouth as Na Jaemin’s half-full diet Coke splashes down the back of your shirt.

There’s a brief hush that falls over the room. The words that come after seem a thousand times louder.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry…”

The fizz of the soda pops and crackles against your skin, causing the now-translucent fabric to stick to your back like overly carbonated flypaper. Your mouth hangs half-open in shock, trying to find the appropriate words for the situation. Renjun looks up at you, his eyes mirroring a fraction of your horror from witnessing the situation.He mouths something that vaguely looks like “let’s go,” but you don’t want to dwell on what it could have actually been, otherwise you might strangle him.

A warm hand gently rests on your back, pushing the sticky, soaked cloth even further closer to me. You wince at first, mildly disgusted by the feeling.

But a warm thought strikes you in that instance – what if, maybe, it’s Jeno trying to comfort you, about to say something sweet and caring that would ultimately show Renjun up, and perhaps lead to the beginning of a wonderful romance that would blossom between the both of you?

Well, you like being idealistic about your future – especially when the thought of it involves Jeno.

The idea of Lee Jeno pressing his palm against your back, his hand only obscured by a thin layer of fabric, suddenly sends unnatural tingles down your spine. Color rushes to your cheeks, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling at the strangely embarrassing but not altogether revolting thought. Renjun catches it and throws you a slightly quizzical look that suddenly changes to mild exasperation.

“Are you okay?”

It’s the same question you’d expected, but it was not asked in the sexy, careful, and husky drawl you’d often heard Jeno speak in. You deflate noticeably, turning slowly to the best friend of the man of your dreams.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say quietly.

“God, I’m so sorry, I really am —” Na Jaemin bites his lip, trying (see: failing) not to gawk at your blue and brown-all-the- way-down-the-back shirt. “I swear — it was an accident, I really didn’t mean to —-”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. I should have watched where I was going. My… bad eyesight, you know.” Your eyesight is fine. You don’t even know why you’d said that. The situation in itself was already sufficiently uncomfortable without a lame medical lie.

Physically, of course, sure, what with your back still kind of popping and fizzing from the coke stain. But more socially, considering you now have two attractive boys right in front of you, unsure of what to do about said stain, while whoever is still present in the dwindling population of the cafeteria stares, very pityingly, at the still-spreading new pattern of Coca Cola on your shirt.

But what really knots up your insides is the fact that this coke stain, the obvious focal point of the situation, is probably the one striking reminder of the day Lee Jeno actually had his attention fully on you, for the first time in your life.

Which, considering what everything was, really isn’t the best way to make your mark on someone.

There’s a long, awkward pause. Suddenly, Jeno pipes in for the first time since the scene had gone awry, speaking in the slow, bass tone he had claimed as signature. “Do you need a jacket?”

Oh god. He’s talking to you. Not around you, not near you, not over you, not out of a conversation you’d eavesdropped – no, sorry, overhead. To you. In that, sweet, nonchalant cloud of sound that fills your ears like some one-man angelic chorus. You let out an involuntary, dreamy sigh.

Renjun, obviously hearing your response (or lack thereof), clears his throat, trying to prompt you to reply to him. Well, shit. What did he say?

“Uh — sorry —- what?” you breath out, still dazed.

“Do you,” Jeno repeats patiently. “Need a jacket?”

Oh, god. He’s going to offer you his jacket. Offer you. His jacket. The one that says Lee in that super cool varsity font that makes his name look even yummier. And that’s literally the closest you’ll ever be to him.

“Hey,” Renjun hisses to you in a low, annoyed voice. “Say something.”

You snap out of a mental monologue again, flushing a funny shade of red for at least the third time today.

You open your mouth, but no words come out -– at best, a very pitiful sort of squeak lodges itself in your throat and dies there. Your lips simply part and shut like a fish trying to process oxygen. You can practically hear the sound of Renjun rolling his eyes, probably going so far back he can see all the creases in his big brain.

“Yeah, she’d appreciate it, probably.”

Yes. Yes, definitely.

There’s the sound of rustling cloth, and hands, gentle on your shoulders, carefully place the jacket on your back. You catch a whiff of the freshly laundered cloth, peppered with the subtly faded scent of cologne that’s been religiously sprayed onto the fabric many times before. It’s heavenly. With a wide grin on your face, you turn to the two of them, more or less ready to lay down your life at Jeno’s feet.

But his jacket, pristine and crisp, is still on him, devilishly unbuttoned and lightly clinging to his sides. He raised a questioning eyebrow as you stare, a little too long, at the jacket that you’d thought had been wrapped around you moments ago. Maybe he has two jackets. Maybe you’re in the matrix.

You turn your head, trying to read the lettering on the back. You only had to see one “N” in order to realize that the embroidery read “Na”, and not “Lee”.

It’s somehow embarrassingly difficult to hide your disappointment, but you thank Jaemin nonetheless. He seems genuinely troubled, making sure your arms are well into the sleeves of his letter jacket before backing away, hands up like you’re robbing him on the bus.

“I’m really, really sorry,” he repeats. You don’t know how much more apologetic he could manage to look.

“It’s fine,” you mumble. “Sorry about your coke.”

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter — what I’m worried about is -–”

“No, it’s no big deal — nothing some laundry time won’t get rid off,” you wave another round of apologies away. “Thanks for the jacket.” A bit of sadness makes its way into your voice; thankfully, it goes virtually unnoticed by all but Renjun, who makes an unpleasant face everyone who does notice it (see: you) decides to ignore.

“It’s the least I can do. Sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

The first bell’s ring, signaling five minutes before the next period, punctuates the short and uncomfortable exchange. Most seniors have a free period or two for “studying” – except, only Renjun actually takes that seriously. You usually spend it with him, which is, truthfully, a big bore, so you generally end up falling asleep on the desk until he wakes you up for the next actual class.

“Hey, Jaemin, hurry,” Jeno says suddenly, checking his watch. “I want to catch that new action movie – next showing’s at half past one.”

Or, sometimes, if you had a car, guts and a whole lot of charm, you could sneak out of school for the three-hour downtime and go to the nearest mall, grab a bite or watch a movie if you could afford it. Fortunately for him, a car, guts and charm were pretty much Lee Jeno’s strongest selling points.

“Oh, yeah,” Jaemin said halfheartedly, his eyes flickering to you. “You’ll be alright?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’ll have your jacket with you, fresh and clean, tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shakes his head, smiling. It looks genuine, but for some reason, you feel like that can’t be too right.

“Na Jaemin,” Jeno repeats. Jaemin backs away, offering you a last small, apologetic look before nodding back at Jeno.

“Later,” he raises a hand in farewell. Jeno begins to walk ahead, not even glancing back at you. It seems he had more important things on his mind. Maybe he’d been trying to figure out what was going to go down in the new Mission Impossible movie. That seems like a valid train of thought for him to be so unconcerned about anything else.

When they’re clear out of earshot, Renjun gives a very audible, very heavy sigh. You wheel around to him, frowning.

“What’s so —” you imitate his sigh.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Come on, Renjun, I may not be grade A but I’m not that dumb.”

“You were like a one eyed pony crippled by a shiny unicorn,” he shakes his head. “And by unicorn, I did indeed mean Lee Jeno, which is actually a significant downgrade.”

“Don’t say his name so loud, people might hear.”

“Everyone in this part of town knows you like him, _________. It’s really not a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle,” he chuckles, though a bit sardonically.

“Liar,” you mutter under your breath.

“Fine, let’s agree to disagree, then.” He rolls his eyes. You note he’s been doing a lot of that today. “You could have at least handled the situation better. Most people would have actually managed to say something other than uhhhhh…”

“I did say something!” you defend yourself, rather affronted. “I said thank you, and it was fine —”

“Yeah, to Na Jaemin. In case you didn’t notice, that stuff doesn’t really funnel down to Jeno —”

“It as good as does.”

“All I’m saying is that if you wanted to make some progress, you could have at least looked him in the eye and not choked on your own saliva.” He’s amused. You can tell. Except you’re not in the mood to laugh at all, so you settle with sniffing — very angrily — pursing your lips, and saying nothing. “What? It’s true!”

“Just shut up, Renjun,” you say tiredly. “Maybe I didn’t want to make progress then, have you thought about that?”

“Not likely,” he snorted.

“Oh – really? Really? You thought it would have been a fantastic time for me to strike up a hi hello, how do you do, would you care to have a cup of coffee with me some time? while I was drenched in coke from the waist down?”

“I’m just saying, if you’re trying to be an opportunist, you can’t really be picky about when you make your move.”

“I don’t understand you,” You throw your hands up in the air. “First you tell me to stay away from him, and now you’re telling me to think back upon the fact that I didn’t make a move when I should have?”

“It’s called reverse psychology,” he said, after a moment’s pause of consideration. “Like, I’m telling you now yeah, go for it, but then in your mind, another voice is going maybe it’s not such a good idea, especially if the only time we ever get to talk is when I’ve been splashed by coke and I can’t even form coherent sentences.”

“Oh, well, shit,” You mutter sarcastically. “Why didn’t I figure that out?”

“Given time, you might have. I have so much faith in your intelligence, even though you refuse to use it.”

“I doubt it.” You mumble under your breath. He falls quiet, and you sniff again, not because you really feel the need to but because you want to express how miffed you are at the very, very sudden and bad turn of events.

“___________,” Renjun begins in a slower, considerably kinder tone after moment of actual silence. “Are you all right?”

“Fantastic,” you sigh. “Got coke dumped on my back, in front of forty percent of the student population, I smell like a soda parlor and I choked on my own saliva in front of Lee flipping Jeno.”

“That’s a good estimation — forty percent,” Renjun approves.

“Wow, thank you.”

“Hey, it’s not all bad. For the rest of the day, your last name is Na,” he says, trying to cheer you up. You sniff for the third time in a row, nose now raw with the habit.

“I’d much rather it were Lee.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You part ways in last period, Renjun heading off to what he calls AP Physics and what you like to call AP Torture. You, however, had managed to stay very happily in the physics lesson for normal people, despite Renjun’s constant badgering for you to just work harder so that you both could be AP Torture lab partners together. You’ve declined, quite politely, on more than one occasion. Average is your specialty.

Never mind the fact that Lee Jeno was in your Physics class, only three stations away from you. It’s not the reason you’re staying, but you’d be a liar if you ever said it hadn’t served as one of the many excellent justifications.

He’s already there when you walk into class, yawning and twirling his pen in between his fingers. Your breathing hitches a little as you take the glorious sight of him in, but you scold yourself for a hot minute, reminding yourself that cool people don’t ever show when they’re feeling any other emotion than the one called cool. You do a pretty good job (well, it feels like a good job) of making yourself seem calm and aloof, remaining seemingly unaware of his presence as you walk past him over to your station to sit down on your stool.

You should have been able to skate by with the whole act, too, except you stupidly take the time to sneak a glance at him, causing you to miss the surface of your station and drop your books so loudly you feel like the people in the next classroom hear it too.

Face burning to about the average temperature of a summer’s day in the Sahara Desert, you scoop up all your books and shove them onto the untrustworthy station table. Luckily, when you cast a furtive look at Jeno, he makes no indication that he had noticed the racket you’d made. His head is still turned to the front, finger performing a mini-exhibition of pen twirling.

“Hey,___________, have a good term break?”

“Hey, Donghyuck,” you greet, sliding into your seat. “Pretty good, how was yours?”

Lee Donghyuck, another physics genius with a strangely buddy-buddy relationship with the head of the Natural Sciences Department at school. He and the chair, Choi Jiwoo (who Donghyuck fondly refers to as “Jiwoo-nim”, for some inexplicable reason), are pretty tight, which is probably why Donghyuck landed himself a position as ‘teaching assistant’ in the basic Physics class, where he can tell you what you’re doing wrong and grade your quizzes instead of having to attend whatever boring lecture they had going in AP Physics, which he probably would have aced anyway. You’re not sure if he gets paid, or whatever, but you know it sure beats the hell out of staring at a Powerpoint all day.

You’re also pretty sure they put you in a station close to the teaching assistant’s desk because of that weird chemistry incident last year when Park Gaeun got her eyebrows burned off. You know they think it had been your fault because you were the one who had screamed and filled a beaker of water to splash onto her face when she was screaming (too) and going around in small circles like a blind chicken.

Except it wasn’t your fault – you don’t even know how it had happened. You had sworn it couldn’t have been you, because…

Well, because you’d had your back turned to Park Gaeun. Because you had been busy staring at Jeno, who was filling his graduated cylinder with hydrogen peroxide, his brow all scrunched up from concentrating. Which, by the way, makes the top 10 cutest things of the year every year.

But it still doesn’t change the fact that Park Gaeun lost her eyebrows and now has to draw them on with a pencil until they grow back, and it doesn’t sway your theory that you had been put in the station next to Lee Donghyuck’s teaching assistant’s desk so that he could keep an eye on you, in case you decided to like, accidentally electrocute someone.

“It was good,” he replies, smiling. “Do anything interesting?”

Well, you had tried to add Lee Jeno on Facebook, if that counts. Not that he’s rejected you; he just hasn’t accepted it.

Maybe today, he will. If not, there’s always tomorrow.

“No, not really. Mostly stayed home and slept,” You shrug, deciding to keep that Facebook thing to yourself. You and Donghyuck aren’t that close to begin with. “You?”

“Graded stuff,” he taps a stack of papers piled neatly upon his desk, and you raise a quizzical eyebrow.

“They let you grade the final exams?”

“Yeah.” He leans in conspiratorially. “Wanna know what you got?”

“No,” You pause, reconsidering. “Yeah. Nah – it’s low, isn’t it?”

“I wasn’t going to tell you either way,” he chuckles. “I’ll leave it as a fantastic surprise.”

“Fantastic,” you echo hollowly, knowing that must mean you had gotten a zero.

“It’s not as low as you might think. Besides, you can more than make up for it this term.”

Before you can ask what was happening this term, the door slams shut, and you spin towards the front of the classroom. Hwang Taehyung, the non-AP Physics teacher, stalks in, looking moodier than ever.

There are three things everyone knows about Hwang Taehyung:

One, he’s bitter because he’s consistently turned down for the AP Physics slot, which is also consistently handed over to newer and seemingly more qualified instructors. The latest AP Physics teacher is a young new graduate, Jung Yoorin, who is an average babe: pretty, fair-skinned, a slightly above-average bust size, with a surprisingly very, very above average IQ. You think the fact that she’s smoking hot kind of makes Hwang Taehyung a lot sulkier.

Two, he has one thing and one thing only in his wardrobe: a grey suit. Day in, day out, grey suit. Going to class? Grey suit. Going to a meeting? Grey suit. Catch him in the mall? Grey suit. Going to a wedding? Probably the grey suit. Maybe with a flower on the lapel, or something, to spice things up a little.

And the third, most important thing about him: He’s always, always in the process of getting a divorce with his wife.

And it’s not like he’s a ladykiller and is trying to get all these hot bitches off his back to protect whatever assets he may have accumulated with his teacher’s salary over the years. No, it’s the same wife, who is as old as he is and about sixty times bitchier, from the way you hear it. Except, you don’t know why he can’t just get rid of her. Or why the divorces never push through. Some people think it’s the really disturbing notion of make-up-break-up with a lot of old people sex involved. You prefer to stick to the theory of there not being an actual wife, and he just files with an imaginary spouse so that he can get continual pay raises for “divorce bills” that don’t exist. It’s not like the school does a really extensive background check, anyway. If you can teach and don’t presently do hashish, you’re pretty much hired.

“Donghyuck, give out the papers, please,” Hwang instructs, tossing down a clipboard onto the desk. Donghyuck jumps up and begins handing back your final exams from last term. “And are you sure you got this list right?”

“Absolutely, sir,” he says, sliding a paper over to you.

Ugh, a B minus. Not your worst, but definitely not your best. Meanwhile, Renjun is probably celebrating another well deserved A-plus in his AP Physics finals from last term.

“Fine, since I’m too lazy to look it over the class list,” Hwang swivels to the board, scrawling some unreadable shit that looked weirdly like Penis Tum Roadjet.

“Your Physics Term Project,” you stifle a laugh that Donghyuck shoots you a look for. “Will require you to work in pairs on a four-month-long investigatory research and experiment that involves any physics concept or breakthrough. And – yes, what is it?”

Park Gaeun, eyebrows half grown in, had raised her hand. “Sir, do we get to pick our partners?” You notice she’s pointedly looking at you, and you turn away, trying to look innocent. Judgy bitch. Maybe you should have roasted her eyebrows off.

“No, Lee Donghyuck over here has already laid out a masterlist.” The statement is met with a disapproving noise. “Now, as I was saying – what is it now?”

Another student, Moon Jonghyun raises his hand as well. “Sir, any physics concept? Say – if it involves the trajectory of a car falling off a cliff as it drives two hundred miles an hour –”

“If you can find a way to simulate that and prove what kind of significance it has to today’s society, I won’t stop you,” Hwang Taehyung says dryly, though his tone suggests that if anyone did manage to simulate a speeding car falling off a cliff again and again for this project, they might as well give themselves an F and be done with it. Moon Jonghyun sobers down, looking sulky. Clearly, he’d cottoned on as well.

“Now, when I read your name off the masterlist, find your partner – I’m assuming you’re all familiar with each other? You should be. You can spend the rest of the period discussing what you want to do. Turn in your short proposals by the end of the week.”

Everyone sits up a bit straighter, listening very hard for their names attached to their partners.

“Jeong Jisoo and Kim Minhyuk. Park Gaeun, Oh Taekyung. Min Taehee, Moon Jonghyun. Lee Jeno, ____________.”

As though in slow motion, you watch his head turn, his eyes searching briefly before they land on you. You feel your mouth go dry, and you see him, as though from a dream, stand up and walk towards your station.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. What are you going to do? Shit, shit, he’s still looking at you. Okay, be cool. Oh God, You’re going to have a heart attack.

As he takes the last few steps towards you, you run a hand through your hair. You think, maybe you should smile. But would that creep him out? But would it make you seem too cold if you didn’t smile? The end result of that debate is a painful, lopsided thing that looked more like a grimace than a grin.

“Hey,” he greets, setting his book down atop the station. He blinks once, very briefly, and it looks like all the lights in his head have gone out before something clicks in his mind. “You’re that girl right? The one in the cafeteria?”

He remembers you, though. You nod, speechless — actually, not trusting yourself to speak.

“How’s your shirt?”

You lick your lips, trying to get them to move again. “Fi-fi-fine?” You say breathlessly.

“Cool,” he blinks once again. “So — uh, I’m Jeno, by the way.”

And then he sticks out his open palm and holds it in midair. You have to hold your wrist to stop your fingers from trembling against his. You briefly grasp his hand, and he holds it for a brief moment before letting it go.

“I’m – I’m __________.”

“___________,” he repeats. “Okay, __________. Know anything about this physics stuff?”

“Well – I – uh,” You push your books back with your elbow, covering your embarrassing B-minus in case he wants to see what you’d gotten. “I’m… I’m cool with it.” Only because Renjun forces you to study with him and sometimes has to shove the new lesson down your throat when you'd rather be on Facebook trying to beat your Everwing high score.

“Oh, well, cool. Because, you know, I gotta be honest with you,” he shrugs. “Physics blows for me. We don’t get along. You know what I mean?”

“Mmm,” you reply, more or less entranced by the very confused, very beautiful look on his face.

“So, uh, will you be okay with taking the reins on this one? Get us a cool grade, and all?”

“Mhmmm,” you answer dreamily, watching the corners of his mouth turn up. He’s so cute.

“Fantastic. You’re a cool kid, ___________. Not sure why I haven’t spoken that much to you before,” he stands up, and you instinctively straighten up to look at him, eyes still following his every movement. He gives you a light pat on the shoulder, and all you can think of is how he’s touched you twice today. “So -– is that it? Are we good here?” He asks. You don’t know where your voice is again, so you just nod in response. “Cool. See you tomorrow.”

He glances at the now-empty teacher’s table — Hwang had left the class alone to plan — and then over at Donghyuck, who’s looking through an unclaimed exam paper of an absentee and probably laughing at all the stuff they got wrong.

“Hey, Lee Donghyuck, I’m going ahead.” Without waiting for a response from the teacher’s assistant, he eases out of the station and exits the room. No one seems to find this the least bit unusual.

“You’re with Jeno; that’s tough,” Donghyuck frowns, putting down the exam paper. You notice that there’s a really large, proud D on it that he must have really taken the time to write out. “He’s not doing well in this class. It looks like he’s going to need at least a B-plus to get him to graduate.”

“We’ll get whatever grade he needs,” you reply, your eyes still on the door as if you’re expecting he’d come back through and take you with him.

“Yeah – so you got a plan, already? You guys planned quickly. Everyone else just sat down.”

“Yeah, we have a plan.”

“So? What are you doing?”

“It’s – well, it’s a secret; I can’t give it all away, can I?” You snap out of your daze long enough to give an answer that isn’t just parroting back whatever you can hear above the noise in the room.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles. “Keep your secrets then. But it better be good. You know I’m grading fifty percent, right?”

“Well, you better give me that fifty percent, then,” You raise your eyebrows.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, standing up from his spot. He pats you once lightly on the shoulder before leaving to walk around to see what kind of progress everyone else is making. You note that it feels nothing like how Jeno had done it.

It’s only now that you realize you’ve hit a big snag by making that brash promise to Jeno. You don’t know anything about physics.You chew on your bottom lip, watching everyone draw up ideas left and right for the term project. Some people already have five ideas written down. You have zero. Plus, your partner’s already gone.

You knead your brow in frustration, slightly hating the moony-eyed part of yourself and wondering why you always let it take the reins during important situations. You can’t let Jeno down, but there’s no one you can ask for help here either; this class is a competition now, not collaboration. You think about asking Donghyuck for some tips before remembering that you had already told him you and Jeno had a plan. Besides, whatever question you’d come up with, he’d probably just laugh at hysterically inside; nothing could match his AP Phy–

AP Physics.

And if there were a moment you would choose to thank a God you don’t fully believe in for making Huang Renjun your best friend, it would pretty much be right now.

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Food Buddies

genre: friends to lovers, college au

wc: 1.9k

Wyd?

You think you might be a tad bit crazy, because how does a three letter word send your heart into overdrive and all the blood rushing to your face?

As you stare at the text, the phone starts to dim until it eventually turns black. You tap on it frantically as if the text would disappear for good. Your notes and textbooks now long forgotten on your desk, you tap on the notification and start typing up a reply to Jeno.

The usual, studying

Within seconds, a reply had been sent back from him.

Cool. Wanna grab a late dinner?

Yes! You thought.

Sure, was your short reply.

I'm out front :)

You practically scramble to get dressed. You've been in pyjamas the whole day dedicating your time to study for the finals and you mayyyy have skipped a few meals. Your hair hasn't been brushed today but you don't give it another thought as you throw a hoodie over yourself and shimmy into some sweatpants.

In less than 5 minutes, you're out the door trudging down the stairs. Jeno's resting against the railing of your cheap flat waiting for you. He lifts his head at the sound of your front door squeaking open and he smiles at the sight of you.

"Hey," you huff, pulling the strings of your hoodie and knotting them.

"Hey yourself," Jeno greets you warmly (satire).

The two of you start walking the direction of the italian restaurant at the end of the street, both of you knowing well it was the only one still open at this time. Thank god for it.

Jeno's eyes scan your wild hair and although he didn't mind, he pulls his sleeves back and takes off the hair tie around his wrist. "Here, for the jungle you call hair," he offers the tie while poking fun at the same time.

"Thanks. I didn't know you kept this," you say, ignoring the joke because you were a little impressed and flattered. Taking it from him, you put it between your lips and start pulling your hair back.

It was yours. You remember the time you'd given it to him because he wanted to tie up his bangs during a workout as it stuck to his forehead. The familiar butterflies flutter around in your stomach at the thought of him bringing a piece of you with him.

"Training finished late?" You look up at him. He had his school hoodie on and some sweats, typical Jeno attire after-training. He spent majority of his time at the school's ginormous pool as a student athlete.

"Yeah, coach was on my ass for being 'distracted' lately," he sighs, but he had a goofy smile on his face.

"You don't sound too upset about that," you comment.

"Because maybe he's right," Jeno shrugs.

You don't question him about it any further. You had an inkling of what Jeno might be distracted with: video games. He just wouldn't shut up about Apex Legends with your other friend, Donghyuck, the other day. You did not want to start another discussion about that.

"He told me to do something about it," Jeno continues eitherway.

"Maybe you should," you tell him. Quit about the damn game, pay attention to me maybe, you thought.

At this point, the two of you have reached the restaurant. He pulls the door open for you and you enter the establishment, right away being hit by the aroma of freshly cooked pizza.

"Hi, Pablo," you greet the store owner with a wave before walking over to your usual booth. Jeno follows suite, sliding in beside you.

"Perfect timing! I just got the pizza out of the oven," Pablo grins from behind the counter. You look between him and Jeno confusedly but close the menu between your hands anyway.

"I went ahead and ordered our usual. I knew you'd be too hungry to wait," Jeno explains. You smack him with the closed menu and he laughs, showing you his perfect teeth. "Let me guess, this is your 2nd meal of the day?" He asks.

"I had something to eat earlier," you mumble.

"Y/n, a bag of takis is not a proper meal," Jeno scolds and you immediately give it up. This man knew you well.

Pablo comes out of the kitchen with a tray of side dishes and a pizza, your mouth immediately salivating and brain forgetting at what you two were talking about just now.

"Thanks, Pablo," Jeno thanks the sweet man. You're already pulling a piece of pizza and digging in.

"Fanks, Fabyo," you say in between chews.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, enjoying the food and each other's company just like you do on a normal Tuesday night.

Jeno has been your friend since Freshman year when Renjun introduced you to some of his childhood friends. Somehow the two of you became closer because just like you, Jeno was a big foodie.

Y/n, wanna go eat? Y/n, wanna try this samgyup place I found? Y/n, you have to try this gimbap my mom made.

You didn't mind, not at all. Even when you started forming a small crush on the dork, you still didn't mind. Maybe you should, just a little. It did bug you when Jeno would arrive to parties with a different girl who he'd call his girl (space) friend. Or when girls would swarm him after his swim meet asking for his number and autograph. But you never let it show, because who were you anyway? Just his food buddy.

So, you cherished moments like this with Jeno. When it's just the two of you, eating pizza at Pablo's or whichever new food joint he discovered. It was in moments like these that you could pretend for a while that it was something more.

You've practically zoned out on your fourth slice, chewing absentmindedly and just savoring the taste of this perfect cuisine when you feel Jeno tugging on your hoodie. You look over, eyebrows raised in question.

He chuckles before reaching over with a napkin and wiping at the side of your mouth. "Such a messy eater, you eat like this on a date?"

You look away immediately, something about the way Jeno looked at you made your heart rate double. "This isn't a date," you utter stubbornly.

"It could be, if you wanted it to," Jeno says. It takes everything in you not to choke on the pizza. It was comments from Jeno like this that made you think maybe he was taking the piss. That he knows about your stupid crush on him and was making fun of you for it. But also, you were talking about the most dense person in your friend group and would scrap the idea altogether.

When the two of you finish, you waltz out of Pablo's with a satisfied stomach and a happy heart. Nights like this with Jeno made the long day of studying feel rewarding. Jeno was your reward, a big shiny medal in the form of a tall adorable man with a cute smile and a sense of humour that made you laugh.

The walk back was spent filling each other in on your schedule. Final exams have been keeping you from seeing each other lately and you wouldn't deny that you missed him.

When you reach the front of your apartment, you're surprised when he pulls the door open for you. "I'll walk you up," Jeno answers your questioning gaze. You shrug it off and lead the way, walking up the endless stairs up to your door.

Eventually, you get to your door and pull out the keys to unlock your door.

"D'you want some water before leaving?" You ask, concentrated on finding the right key. You really had to label these keys. There was one for every door in your flat, plus your garage, your school locker and your parents' house.

"No thanks. Here, let me help," Jeno takes the keys from your hand, eyes them before picking one out and inserting it into the lock. You watch in pure astonishment as the door unlocks and Jeno pushes the door open with a smug smile.

"You have got to label these keys, Y/n," he shakes the keys in front of your face.

You grumble, "I was going to,"

It was crazy he knew your keys better than you, but it was probably because of the countless times he had to drop you home when you got wasted at a party.

"Goodnight, Jeno," you're just about to snatch the keys from his hand but he pulls it away from your reach. You stare up at him with curiosity.

"Coach was right about me being distracted" he says.

You blink, trying to figure out where this was leading to. Did he want this game that bad?

"Well... do something about it, maybe. Just buy the damn game, Jeno," you answer.

Jeno laughs, adams apple bobbing as he throws his head back. "I'm not– it's not a game that's been on my mind, Y/n,"

You blink at him, perplexed. "Well what is it?"

"You, damn it. It's you, you've been on my mind,"

The world seemed to have stopped orbiting. You were now fully awake again and here come the fluttering feeling in your stomach.

"I thought maybe I could keep it in and not risk anything by being near you as a friend, with a safe distance. But it's taken me 3 years and now I realize I don't want that. I want to be more, I want to take care of you and have the right to do so. I'm in love with you, Y/n. And I have been since the moment you walked into class on the first day. Another day that goes on without you drives me crazy and this might be the most stupid thing I've ever done... risking our friendship to take a leap of faith, but I'm willing to–"

He was babbling. You've honestly never seen Jeno this flabbergasted before and his ears were now as red as Pablo's tomato sauce so you do the one thing you can do to shut him up when a breadstick isn't available to shove in his mouth. You kiss him.

With delicate fingers you pull him to you and connect your lips together in a sweet kiss. He completely stills, tensing up before melting into the kiss in seconds and wrapping his own arms around you and pulling you close. You've imagined this moment a hundred times and yet you never expected for it to be in the hallway of your dingy flat at 12am with the two of you in the laziest of outfits, yet it couldn't be any more realer than this. This moment couldn't have captured your essence any better. It was perfect. So pure, and sincere.

You pull away to take a breath, the consequences of your actions now coming to you. Your cheeks heat up immediately and you can't believe you just kissed your best friend.

"I like you too, idiot," you shyly confess to him.

Jeno grins widely like a child on Christmas morning and you can't help but mimic the smile on his face.

He leans in for another kiss, and you welcome it warmly. His lips moulded perfectly against yours you wondered how you managed to live this long without his kisses. You were easily addicted.

When you pull away, there was a silent decision between you that he wasn't going home just yet. You start to pull him inside when Jeno starts to speak again.

"So you said I can get the game?"

"No, Lee Jeno. Who needs that when you've got me?" You say before shutting the door close behind him.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Jeno

A ⇴ ATTENTION

The protective part of Jeno would very rarely be able to ignore you when you were in a room with him. The sound of your voice was something that he was always drawn to, you had his attention unknowingly a lt.

B ⇴ BICKER

If the time felt appropriate, the two of you would absolutely bicker with one another without a care in the world. When you wanted, the two of you could be pretty stubborn with one another and determined to get your own way, you could refuse to be quiet no matter how long you had been bickering for.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Whenever he spotted that something wasn’t right, Jeno would be right beside you in an instant. He would let you do whatever you needed to do, he would never judge you for crying or for venting to him and shouting, he’d just sit and then when you were done, he would try his best to comfort and support you.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

If the two of you disagreed, it was usually because there was an underlying problem for one of you, most of the time when you were stressed or frustrated at work. You would usually let the other person have their little strop and then once they were done you would sit them down and tell them to offload, knowing that there was something more serious that was planning on the other person’s mind.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

From the start Jeno always knew that he trusted you, that was the most important thing to him. You helped him out and pointed him in the right direction at work which was something that he was always thankful for, and also gave him the assurance to know that he could come to you for anything. The more you spoke, the more you both began to realise that work wasn’t the only interest that you had.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Jeno’s family loved having you with them whenever they organised things for the family, you were welcomed by all of them. If you weren’t there, then his grandparents especially would want to know where you were and why you hadn’t showed up. Quite a few of his extended family had mistaken the two of you for a couple too at such events because of how well the two of you got along with each other.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

One thing that Jeno was careful of was you getting into harm when the two of you hung out, so he usually tried to go to a quieter part of the city where you were less likely to have a camera shoved in your face or have a group of fans chasing after the two of you and wanting to know exactly what you were doing.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of distancing yourselves from other people and getting lost in talking as just the two of you. You would just find yourselves chatting about something else, and then when you were done, suddenly realise that the rest of the group were talking about something different entirely.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

When he was silly around you, Jeno often ended up embarrassing himself, which meant you held most of your inside jokes together. You loved to use them to get your own way, knowing that the last thing that Jeno wanted was for you to share any of those inside jokes with the other members of the group.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It was pretty rare for Jeno to get jealous, most of the time he was pretty confident as your best friend and didn’t feel as if anyone else would be able to take his place. He was smiley and he was kind to your other friends, he liked to know as much about them as possible, so he knew exactly who all of them were. If you introduced someone new, Jeno would be careful for a while until he felt that he could trust them.

K ⇴ KICKS

Jeno got a kick out of laughing with you, especially when you’d both be chuckling until your sides hurt. No one made him laugh as much as you did, quite often you could make him laugh without even being in the same room as him, but either way he just loved how you always managed to tickle him.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved spending time with you as it always just made Jeno feel a litte more normal. There was never any expectation on how he should act or the things that he should say with you, he could just be himself. It was little things, like if he burped you wouldn’t care, or if he swore, you’d probably just laugh at him rather than scold him and remind him that he needed to be perfect in the eyes of those watching him.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when Jeno got hired as an MC on The Show, as you already worked there. On his first day you made Jeno feel welcome, and he never forgot that about you, turning to you for support especially during the early days when he was getting used to anything as you were the most helpful staff member.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

You were the person that Jeno really let go around, he didn’t care what he did, what he sounded or looked like when he was with you, and he knew that you would never care a bit about how he acted too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jeno was obsessed with how supportive you were and how you never missed anything for his career. You weren’t always there in person, but over the phone you would at least send him a text to try and encourage him.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Having you there when he performed always meant the world to Jeno, it was often the extra boost of encouragement that he needed. Nothing made him happier than when he was able to look out into the crowd and see you rooting for him, especially when he caught you singing along to one of his songs too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

If there was one person that Jeno knew could answer any question he had, it was you. It didn’t matter how random his question was, he would ask it to you anyway and usually get an equally silly response.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Up in his room at the dorm, Jeno had a photo of the two, which many joked was his pride and joy. He took great care of the photo and dusted it every single day so that it was always in the best condition. If one of the boys even dared touch it, Jeno would hit them as he didn’t want the photo to be broken.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

His eyes always looked to his phone before something big happened as Jeno always got a text from you. You very rarely missed an occasion in his schedule, even if you were busy and sometimes your text reached Jeno minutes before he started, you still never forgot to give him your support and encouragement.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Quite often you would join the boys when they went on trips, Jeno loved having you there, and they all knew just how much he enjoyed having you too, so they never complained when you tagged along with them.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one better than you in Jeno’s opinion, no one else even came close to being considered as a best friend to him.

V ⇴ VISITS

Nothing made him smile more than when you visited him at work, especially if it was for work. If something needed passing onto Jeno then you’d often offer to do it to use it as an excuse to go and see him.

W ⇴ WISDOM

One of the best things about Jeno was that he always tried to help you out, even if his advice was sometimes a little bit on the silly side.

X ⇴ XXXX

Most of the time all you’d get from Jeno was a hug, he was far from a clingy best friend, but he also wasn’t afraid of giving you a bit of squeeze if he felt that you needed a hug, or if he wanted one from you for himself.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, Jeno simply loved being around you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

If you stayed out too late, the two of you would always go to the person’s home whose was the closest. The two of you would stay together, mainly as you didn’t like for one another to walk home alone in the dark.

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 15.5 - Yandere!Jeno + Bondage & Sensory Depravation

Anonymous Said: For kinktober could you do a yandere Jeno with bondage and sensory deprivation

A/n: Oh, how the turned tables hehehe

Word Count: 534

Kinktober 2022 Mini Masterlist

His lips part, head tilting as his back arches off of the bed. The feeling of your teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs has his chest heaving. The fact that he can’t even see what you’re doing to him making the sensations all the more sweeter this time around.

Use him. Use him in any and every way you want. Just as long as it’s him and only him that you touch. No one else deserves you, and there’s no one else for him but you. He only hopes that he’s the only one for you, too. He has to be. He won’t accept it any other way.

Frustration lines the desperate whine that escapes his throat, his wrists tugging at his own restrains. All he wants to do is touch you. To please you in any and every way that he can, but he’ll settle for this. For now.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweetness,” you hum, your one hand wrapping ever so delicately around his weeping cock.

“For you-“ Jeno chokes on a moan, “only for you.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you coo, stroking languidly along the length of his cock, teasing his head a few times by dragging your thumb over his slit to gather the precome leaking there. “Sound I let you come?”

“Please, please, please,” he chants, nodding his head along with each word.

You smirk, loving the affect you have over him. Jeno is always so desperate and needy for you, so willing to prove how well he can serve you in any and every way imaginable. This is one of them.

“Since you have been doing so well for me today,” you pause in your movements along his shaft, eliciting a choked moan from him as you squeeze the base, “where do you want to come, sweetness?”

The way his cock twitches in you hand lets you know that from your words alone, Jeno is just about ready to burst. His whole body trembles as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing along his throat as he does so. With each breath, his chest rises and falls erratically, overcome by the mere thought of what you’ve just asked him.

You fail to see the way his eyes darken beneath the blindfold.

“Inside. Please, let me come inside you.” He breathes, voice coming out much more steady than he feels in this very moment.

You smirk, a teasing lilt to your voice, “you want to paint my walls in you, is that it?”

“Yes! Fuck-“ Jeno cries out, twitching once more beneath your grasp as he once again tosses his head back, a loud whine piercing the air between you. “Please, let me claim you.”

He fails to see the way your brow quirks in amusement.

You say nothing, opting to allow the sound of Jeno’s laboured breathing fill the empty air around you. All he can feel is you shifting above him, your hand still holding onto him so carefully. That is, until he feels your wet hole sinking over his tip, teasingly letting him prod at your entrance.

Your next words have him seeing stars.

“I would like nothing more.”

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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Don’t test my patience.

Post Date: 19th May 2022 Content: Smut/Angst - NCT Dream & U Jeno x Reader WC: 1639 TW?: Hard Dom Jeno/ Possessiveness/ Greed/ Minor fight/ DDLG / Dry-humping/ Fuck doll/ choking/ overstimulation Request?: Yes

Masterlist Prompt list

Prompts: 33 - “Make me” 37 - “You’re mine” 51 - “Touch them (pronouns), and we’re going to have problems”

You’ve never known Jeno to be the jealous type, he’d have his moments but those would be very rare; when he’s not feeling very well and wanting your attention for example. But he’s never jealous, or even possessive for that matter. He didn’t feel the need to constantly remind everyone that you’re his, he trusts you and everyone else to keep their paws off you. Though since you’ve been hanging out with him and some of the boys a lot more, this slowly starts to become a thing.

Quite often, he’d pull you onto his lap, and kiss your cheek in front of the others, or if you’re out, he’d have his arm around you, or holding your hand, giving it little pecks to make you smile - making sure that everyone else saw it. You didn’t understand where this was starting to come from but you welcomed it, not everyday you had an affectionate Jeno in front of people.

Until one day, he loses his shit.

You’re in the dance studio with Jeno, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Yuta, Jaemin and Johnny, on one of their days off so they decided to have fun, using the studio to practice and/or play around. It was expected that you were in Jeno’s lap once he manages to take a seat on the floor next to you, smiling at you sweetly, and admiring you like he’s never seen anyone or anything as pretty as you. He couldn’t help but get jealous or protective of you today, you were wearing a nice top with a skirt, you looked incredible.

The laughter form the boys fills the room as you sweetly smile at Jeno, kissing his lips gently with a peck before getting up off him to dance yourself. Everyone is always impressed with how quick you picked up dancing, especially since you learned a few of their choreographies really quickly, basically absorbing all the movement in one go before trying it out yourself. Jeno admires you moving your body to the beat of the song, loving the fact you knew how to move your body, winking at him when you catch him heart eyed.

Quickly, the heart eyes turn into rage, with steam coming out of his years when Yuta thought it’ll be funny to dance right up against you, as Trouble Maker comes on, it was yours and Jeno’s duo song but he was just ejoying you dance he didn’t want to move, but once he saw Yuta put a hand on your waist, he picks himself up off the floor and grabs you to pull you away from him.

The laughter in the room turns into silence as the music is paused, “What do you think you’re doing?!” Jeno bites, getting up into Yuta’s face, pushing him as Jaehyun and Johnny watch closely, ready to intervene if things get out of hand. “Answer me!” he bites again as the Yuta’s smile drops, shaking his hand and his hands towards his friend, “I was just dancing with Y/N, I meant nothing by it. I promise.” he attempts to reassure Jeno but he wouldn’t have any of it, but tries to cool himself down as he then comes face-to-face with Johnny, blocking his view of Yuta before he gets himself into some major trouble. “Touch her again, we’re going to have problems” Jeno growls, storming off, grabbing his bag and taking hold of your hand, escaping the studio to your flat.

Before you could even get through the front door, Jeno is pushing you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head as he aggressively initiates the kisses, tongue fighting for dominance, coming out for a breath before driving in again. Your arms drop to your side as he decides to run his fingers along your thighs, running them up under the skirt you were wearing, reaching around to grab your ass.

After moments of heavily making out, getting you all hot and bothered, he pulls away, smirking as he walks off, you following like a lost puppy behind him, struggling to pull a sentence together at his sudden out burst, “Babe, what’s wrong?” you question softly, your index finger running over your bruised lip from him biting it whilst making out. All you recieved as an anwer was a hum and a shrug of the shoulders. He’s standing in the middle of the living room, facing away from you as he claps his hands together, not knowing how to feel, but he knew he shouldn’t have lashed out at Yuta like that, but you’re his, you’re only his. He didn’t want other men near you, touching you, enjoying you. You weren’t even doing anything wrong but he wanted all of that for himself. He hated the fact that he knew the others found you attractive too, though he knew you were all for him, he just wanted the boys to know that.

You repeat the question as you slowly walk up behind him, running your hands up his back to his shoulders, attempting to turn him around to face you. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, head lowered, and with piercing eyes, like a hunter finding it’s prey. “Jeno?” you softly whisper, going to put your hand up to cup his cheek but he grabs it, smirking as he flips you around, pulling your arm behind you, and pulling you towards his body, his member through his jogging bottoms poking your ass. “You’re mine, only mine, no one elses. I hate the way they all look at you, admiring you. You’re only for me to... admire” he growls lowly in your ear as a whine falls from your lips.

His possessiveness over you made your spine shiver, something you wouldn’t usually want but this was welcomed, not often would he get like this and you were so happy it’s come to this. However, you didn’t understand what was in store for you.

With a swift movement, you’re on his lap on the couch as he positions you over his clothed tip. He growls as he pulls your head down so he could bite your neck, the pinches of the bites sends vibrations through you as you moan in his hear, causing his hands to roam your body, “You’re my baby girl, my princess... my fuck doll,” he hisses, as you grind up against his erection. You hum in response, your mind going blank from the mixture of his tongue against your neck through his kisses, as well as the friction caused from grinding on him.

He stops the kisses as he grabs a handful of your hair into his fist, jerking your head to look at him, his eyes piercing through your as he lets a smirk crawl onto his face before it dropping into a face of hunger. “Get your underwear off, now!” he barks, ordering you as he pushes you off him, as you stumble onto your feet. You’re tempted to play with fire as you stood there, legs and arms crossed, “Make me”.

You gulp hard when his eyes turn again, pulling you towards him and with a swift movement, your underwear was off, “We’re going to do this my way, or we’re going to have a problem. Understood?” he grabs your throat, as you nod, trying to catch your breath. You’re back on his lap again, as he pulls his trousers down a little to expose his tall erection.

Hovering over his tip, your soaking core tenses around nothing as that mischevious smirk crawls back on his face. As you try to lower yourself, he pulls you back up just before the tip could even enter, “Someone’s eager for it today, beg and you shall recieve”. You tense and shiver, realising that you would never have the ball in your park, you had to play by his rules, so you do. You beg and whine, as he scoffs, realising how he makes you. With a swift movement, he fills you up with his cock, making you wince at the size and feeling of it reach all the way up instead.

His head throws back in satisfaction as you bite into his shoulders from the pleasure taking over your body, causing you to be unable to even concentrate on riding him hard, as he slams you down on him. Both getting hot and sweaty, the sounds of skin slapping fills the room alongisde the grunts and moans that leave your mouths.

“Cum for me princess, just for me, only for me!” he grunts through gritted teeth as you slowly come to your climax, wanting him to be rougher with you to do so. Before you could reach your high, he lays you down on the couch, and slams into you hard with quick and aggressive thrusts, pinning you down by your throat, “Cum!” he demands, as the knot in your stomach builds up. “Daddy! I’m going to cum!” you cry, tears falling down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath, he smirks as he fucks you hard until you’re frantically shaking under him.

Keeping you pinned down through your high, he continues to keep going to reach his own climax, “Daddy please, I can’t take no more!” you cry again, but he bites, practically spitting, “I’ll stop when I want to stop, take it like a good little fuck doll”. You nod at his orders, crying through moans from the overwhelming pleasure as your core burns up again. Within minutes, his cock jerks inside of you as he fills you up to the brim with his cum, followed by another one of your climaxes as his thrusts become choppy, and he tries to steady his breathing.

He removed his hand form around your throat, letting you cough to get your breath back, as you whine when he slowly pulls out his cock, his warm cum oozing out of you as he happily scoffs at the sight, biting his lip. He hovers himself over you, as you stare into his eyes, “You’re mine! you get that?” he asks, in a softer tone than he’s been giving you, “Always and forever”.

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